Alright you readers, this is a brand new story that I've been working on for a while and I promise I will not abandon it. I've been working on this for a while and I hope that you all enjoy this story.
It was at last the time of year where someone could comfortably wear three-quarter length shirts. Winter had long passed and it was towards the end of spring. More and more bees were coming out to the blooming roses and lilies. It was the season of hay fever and hormones. But for Arabella Rebekah Mae Kuppenheimer, it was a season for sneezing, taking care of her baby boy, and . . . . dating a new boy.
It was strange dating again. Hell, it was strange for her to even go on one dating again and said guy not running off in panic because she's a mother. But, this one was different. This guy that she's dating didn't look at her disgustingly when he saw he hold Wyatt. He was surprisingly cool about her ending a date early because she was having separation anxiety. Speaking of her new boyfriend, Don hadn't returned from the depths of her bedroom yet.
Venturing into her personal, private quarters; she found her detective boyfriend sitting hunched over on her bed, staring intently at something. Climbing onto her bed, Arabella, (or Ella as everybody else called her), she wrapped her arms over his shoulders. It turned out Don was staring intently at a very old picture of her.
"I thought you grew up in the Seattle area." stated the Irish man. In his hand was the picture and in it was her with a curly brown haired teenager her age. In the background were lines of corn stalks.
"I grew up in Bremerton, Washington which is only a hour long ferry ride away. So yes, I did grow up in the Seattle area."
"But in your little town, there were bunches of corn?"
"We had a corn maze that was open to the public in the fall."
"A corn maze?"
"Yes, a corn maze. Is there something wrong with corn mazes?"
Don open his mouth and then smartly shut it. The last thing he wanted to do was insult her and her childhood with one of his famous sarcastic remark. Even though she'd fire one back, he really likes her and Don likes to think that she at least tolerates him. He'd prefer to keep it that way and so he answered a question with a question.
"Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"The half-German answered frankly, "No, not really."
"Hey Flack! Where ya going? The gym's that way." Danny Messer directed, He pointed his finger in the opposite way Don had been going. It was Friday; the best day of the week in the Italian's opinion because that meant it was their annual game night.
"I'm not playing in the game today buddy. I've got a hot date tonight that I've got to prepare for and I'd rather not go to Star'sdressed in jeans."
"Date? You've got a date tonight and you're taking her to Star's?" questioned the other man. "So she's got teeth?"
"Haha, very funny Danno. If you must know, it's not just any hot date I'm going out with; I'm going out with my girlfriend. That entitles me to leave the precinct early and actually have time to get ready and pick her up on time."
"Alright, in that case; be responsible and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"You need to be more specific man. Don't do what you might do could be anywhere from calling the date off early to watch the Ranger some hockey ass to flirt with the waitress."
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