I'm a Cop Book 3 ✔

Chapter 21: WIFE?!

Oliver's POV
"I am not your wife."

"You look like one." Eric said smirking and I glared at him as I held a basket under my arm supporting the bottom with my hand.

Yes I had a scarf on my head. Yes it was pink. It was the only scarf I could find that was clean and able to fit on my head. Yes I had a dirty apron on that would look like a dress since I'm wearing shorts which Eric doesn't approve outside. He gets jealous if he sees or even thinks someone looked or is staring. But back to the apron, it was dirty because I'm not the best cook and food splattered on it. Which reminds me, I need to clean it.

I huffed taking the apron off and stuffed into the basket that was already full of dirty clothes. "Such a lazy bast-" I began to grumble as I walked away but he grabbed me from behind. "Ack!" I dropped the basket as I was pulled onto his lap.

"I told you I could help but you said I don't do things right." he said kissing my head making me blush and huff. "Is that still a no to me helping?" he asked.

"Yes." I huffed and he chuckled letting go of me and I got off him picking up the basket only to have my ass met with his hand making me squeak blushing.

I turned around to see him smirking before he sipped some of his Dr.Pepper. I glared blushing before heading my way downstairs to where our washing machine was. We moved, because I wanted more space. Living in a big house makes you feel cramped in a smaller place.

But the bedroom is bigger...hehe. Lots of room for fun activities. I blushed as I put the clothes in. I've become such a perv because of him. It's been a month now since I've been living with him. Two weeks maybe at the old place then the rest here. I turned on the washing machine after doing what I had to do and wanted to just flop down on our comfy bed.

Eric's POV
"Yes I'll visit." I said talking to Sammie as I put the clothes Oliver folded, into my drawers.

"Okay dad but be nice to our dog, if your rough with him then he'll want to be rough with me and I don't like rough."

"I don't think that's what you said to Vincent last night." I smirked and he was quiet.

"We're you spying on us...."

"No son, that's disgusting." I scoffed. "You didn't answer my call until maybe one in the morning sounds kind of off since you don't have college until eight and live near by." I snorted.

"Fair point." he muttered.

"Okay son well talk to you later I lo-" I began to finish.

"Dad I've been meaning to tell you mom has been calling a lot lately. I finally answered her call and um we talked."

"And?" I said.

"And she's been looking for you."

"Tell her I moved?"

"...No."

"Good boy."

"I'm a dog now?" he asked and I chuckled.

"No." I said smiling. "Well how's wedding planning going?"

"Your suppose to be helping.....and mom is too now."

"Woah woah, what?"

"Dad she's my mom. No matter how crazy she is and pain she's out me through I love her somewhere."

"I don't." I snorted.

"You can't just stop loving someone after loving them. You'll always have them in your heart somewhere."

"Yeah I can."

"Your in denial dad, just like Vincent was to still having Mason in his heart somewhere. I'm just the full package of his heart." I had a feeling Sammie was smirking proudly.