Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

25: Hot Pursuit

Alfred and Arthur cuddled on the couch, the girls coloring in coloring books as they did. Alfred's arms tight around Arthur's waist as Arthur mindlessly gnawed on some popcorn, half listening to the movie half listening to Alfred heart.

London occasionally looked over at her dad and stepdad, humming softly before looking over at her younger sister.
"They're doing it again." London hummed as Arthur and Alfred had begun kissing. Nothing like a cute little kiss either. Softcore make out session. It was typical after they decided 'we should get hitched.' The girls just had learned to not pay attention to it.

"I don't see an issue with it. Mum and Dad were never that way but it's weird to see it so much." London added once more, staring down at her coloring page before setting it aside, grabbing it again to rip it up and throw it. She'd already colored outside the lines.

"Daddy and Mister Alfred are love. Or, or in love! Yeah. It's up to them to show." The younger whispered, focusing on her drawing, cooing quietly. "I like it. It's cute!"

London shrugged, grabbing a book to start reading. "It is something." She murmured, leafing through. "It's something."

Suddenly Arthur and Alfred were interrupted from a frantic knock on the door. Alfred slowly pulled away, rubbing his healing shoulder as Arthur got up, groaning.

Arthur answered the door as he saw his two curious daughters trying to peek at who it was.
"Mommy!" London squeaked, running to the door, hugging onto her waist.

Michelle looked down and tried to shoo London away, Arthur letting her inside. Michelle found a seat, hands trembling. In her arms, her newborn child.

Alfred's eyes widened. "Oh my god, how? He's supposed to be gone." He whispered, Arthur shooing the girls away to their rooms.

"Michelle? What's going on?" Arthur asked, sitting next to Arthur, who placed his hand on his lap.

Michelle gently pet her child's hair, sighing heavily. "They found Francis. The police. He'd tried running. I finally get my baby back." She whispered, the sleeping baby resting in her arms. "Alfred, he did it. He's the one who pulled the trigger. The IA has been figuring it out."

Alfred shook his head, slowly peeking up a bit. "There's no way. The timing hasn't added up. They traced the bullets back to a whole other gun, nothing of a policeman's gun. It couldn't possibly be him."

"He had a collection. Big loads of guns. One day the police came raiding the home. Remember? They found lots of bullets, lots of gun. They found the bullets and they found no gun. It's been Francis all along." Michelle explained, Arthur fumbling with Alfred's hand a bit. Just absolutely nervous about the whole thing.

"I can't believe him. All of this. It's started with Alfred and I being together. It's come to this. Attempted murder and kidnapping? Is he stupid?" Arthur asked, trying to piece everything together. "And to leave a wife and child behind in prison. Who is willing to give all of that behind for a pathetic attempt on someone's life?"

"Francis, is who." Michelle and Alfred agreed in unison. Arthur sighed heavily, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder.

"Michelle is right. Alfred you are absolutely a survivor. We're all going to have to testify. This bullshit! It's a fucking circle!" Arthur spat, causing Michelle's child to rustle and begin to whine.

Alfred nodded, trying to calm Arthur down. His poor lover and his poor temper. "I know, I know Arthur. I don't want to go through all of this again. None of us do."

Michelle softly sighed. "That's my husband. Legally that's still my husband. I'm so sorry, Alfred. I would never wish hurt upon you."

Arthur nodded slowly, breathing in heavily. "We will figure this out. Francis is in the local jail I can presume?"

"That's the last I heard. Local jail. They were thinking about moving him to the prison considering the severity of the crime. This small town isn't fit, our police force isn't fit for crimes like that." Michelle softly murmured, slowly gathering herself back onto her feet. Her baby brightly smiled, looking over at Arthur and Alfred before looking back. over at Michelle.

"The police should be here soon to tell you what they know. I just figured I should stop by first." Michelle once more spoke softly, afraid of her voice being too loud. It was an odd habit she'd picked up. "If they say anything I don't know. Or you think I don't know. Tell me, please. That's my husband behind those bars rotting away. It's my right to now."

And with that Michelle slithered out of the house with her baby, Alfred and Arthur remaining quiet for a moment before hearing the car start and drive away.

"I should've figured that. I should have figured the bleeding bastard would do some stupid shit like this. Damn fool, thinking he can cross us! No one crosses us! I'm a bloody cop, that swine, that frog!" Arthur went on his tirade, stomping around the house, peeling out of his clothes until he was in boxers.

Alfred raised an eyebrow as he did so, slowly following behind him. Arthur was weird, man. He did weird things, Alfred was growing used to that. Day by day at least.

Arthur sat down on the bed, stripping out of his boxers. "Well? Fuck me, asshole!"

Alfred's eyes widened, looking down at the other. "Why would I do that? I'm soft dude. There's no way I could. What's got you in that mood?"

"I'm angry and can't scream about it so I'm taking charge in another loud way." Arthur growled as he tugged Alfred to the bed.

***
London and Ellie heard the familiar banging of the bed against the wall, followed by their father's shouts and Alfred's softer noises after.

"They sure like wrestling." Ellie whispered as she played with her dolls in her dollhouse, murmuring little comments her dolls would say to each other quietly.

"All parents do it, at least that's what my friends said."
"Even two dad's?" Ellie asked, astonished.
"And two mums! It's a sign they love each other very much." London explained, though she really had no idea what was going on in her Parents bedroom. Nor should she.

Ellie set down her dolls, sitting next to her little sister, who was once more reading a book. She was just as bad a bookworm as her father.

"I like Mister Alfred. He makes Daddy really happy." Ellie whispered softly, London hearing more banging noises against the wall. She got up to investigate, hearing her father's loud shrieks of unknown pleasure.

She moved her toy box, pointing out a new hole being put into the wall, looking back over at Ellie. "Maybe they like each other a little too much."