Babysitting My Wife *SAMPLE*

Chapter 19

I would be lying if I said we were good to start the procedure of breaking our marriage.

Because we were not. We sat in our chairs before the police officer who was asking about the situation we were brought out from.

And let me tell you, Noah didn't consider how insulting he made me sound and went on blabbering the disadvantages to ever have me sit in their car as some crazy monkey who's banana was stolen.

"It's all her fault. She didn't wear her seatbelt and then put her head out the window. What was I supposed to do? She wouldn't listen to me at all." Noah stated, speaking everything in one breath.

He has been blabbering about how I was irresponsible and how bratty I acted and at some point, it started being amusing.

So here I was with the officer, sharing some nuts as we watched him talk till his voice lasted.

"Why didn't you wear the seatbelt...?" The officer asked, waiting to hear my name.

"Millie. I did wear but since I'm short, it scratched my neck." I tilted my neck, showing the redness that had a slight cut and burned a bit.

"Ooohh..." He expressed sympathetically, "I can totally understand that. I have a wife who's short but lovely. I'm Trevor." He stretched his hand for a handshake.

I gladly grabbed it and shook it, smiling. "Finally someone who gets me. They always think I'm making up excuses and trying to be a rebel kid when I'm not a rebel kid."

He nodded understanding my statement over Noah's still blabbering statement that had filled one page of the book that the reporting officer was noting down.

"But why did you poke your head out the window?" He asked, grabbing a nut and munching on it.

"He was annoying me. I couldn't push him because he was driving so to calm my anger I did that." I shrugged as he shot me an amused look.

"That is very nice and mature. If it would've been someone else, I would be here writing a death report." He offered me a handful of nuts, agreeing to the self measure I took.

"Appreciated, Officer Trevor," I replied, stuffing all those nuts in my mouth.

"You can call me just Trevor. Oh! How would you like to come over this Sunday and meet my wife?" He offered an invitation.

My eyebrows raised in enthusiasm, "That would be-"

Noah who had realized he's been blabbering to no one but the ghosts of this police station came to his senses. "Why are you inviting my wife to your house? How can you flirt with her in front of me? Me, her husband."

We both answered him with our casual emulating munching. "I'm married, kid. I can put you in jail for accusing me over false harassment."

Noah gulped down the lump in his throat and clamped his mouth shut.

I snickered, "That would be fun to watch."

He shot a side glare in my direction before resuming back to look at the Officer who was handsome as well.

Officer Trevor dusted his hands, sitting straight up on his seat as he questioned us. "Now, nobody told me you both are married. I would like to hear the story of that as well." He looked at Noah, expectantly.

I drank some water, turning my head in Noah's direction.

"What? Why are you both staring at me?" He asked, fidgeting in his seat.

"Well, aren't you good with blabbering? Com' on tell us the story." Officer Trevor responded to his question, straight forward.

Noah got offended with him pointing at his flaw and I quickly recovered it.

"He means to say since you're the man of the house, he wants to hear it from you, dear." I patted his shoulder, smiling and secretly hoping it worked.

And it certainly did as he scoffed but gladly accepted the sweet gesture.

He ain't that bad now. I misjudged him and that too very early.

"She got us drunk married and I was the victim all along with it." Noah blurted it out.

I gasped, I take back my judgment of him. I was right about him. He's not nice.

Officer Trevor turned to me, waiting to get the nod of agreement.

I shook my head and he averted his gaze back to Noah. "You don't wanna spend a day in the Jail for lying and false accusation, now do you?"

I folded my arms against my chest, gazing at him with the support the Officer was giving me.

"Now do ya?" I repeated his sentence.

"Uh-huh, honey, you don't say that." Officer Trevor clicked his tongue shaking his head.

"Oh... Okay." I muttered before holding back the same gaze of authority pooling in my veins and eyes.

Noah grumbled under his breath, sighing. "We had a few drinks, well, I had a few drinks but Millie drank more than me. I don't remember what happened after that because I was stealing her drinks as she wouldn't stop. So then the next day we woke up, I learned I'm married to her, legally."

I wonder why he didn't mention the recording of our drunk selves.

"Hmm... interesting and exciting. So, you both are going to stay married then?" Officer Trevor asked, his face beaming to hear a positive response from us.

But sadly we gotta break it to him, "Our parents don't know we got married." Noah began.

"And I'm still in college," I added.

"That doesn't count." Officer Trevor shooed me off over that exception.

I pouted, slouching on my seat as I grabbed more nuts from our shared packet.

"We are going to get a divorce," Noah stated as I nodded in agreement.

"Tsk tsk. Young love breaking up so fast. What a generation." Officer Trevor muttered, shaking his head in dismissal.

"We don't even know each other. It happened all too sudden." I cleared the misconception he probably had against us.

He nodded, "I did get that point but you both look cute together."

I coughed over his compliment that I would welcome wholeheartedly if it was about me but not this. Noah cleared his throat, looking around the structure of the building as his cheeks tinted a light shade of red.

"Is he blushing?" I mumbled, asking Officer Trevor closely.

He nodded, "Fascinating." He smirked.

"Are you a crime officer or a marriage counselor?" I asked, seeing his interest perking in our married life.

He slammed his hands on the table all too abruptly that I got startled and clung onto Noah's arm.

"That's it! As per the law, you can't get a divorce before 8 months but to fix your marriage, I will be making marriage counselor appointments for you both." He declared, intertwining his fingers.

"What!?" Noah and I yelped.

"Heck no! I won't attend them." Noah commented over his declaration and I nodded along.

"You said that you're his babysitter right?" Officer Trevor asked.

Noah glanced at me before nodding his head.

"Brilliant. I will be claiming for you both to stay together in her house and will be sending a marriage counselor to your address every 3 days a week. Happy marriage folks." He smiled, joyful with his decision over our futures.

I bumped my head on his shoulder as he placed his above mine in defeat.

"We can consider this was your fault this time." I chuckled nervously, grunting.