Disclaimer: (big gasp) JossownsitandIdon'tanditsucksbecauseIwishIowneditb utIdon't. (another big gasp.)
A/N: This came to me when a saw a man carrying his wife's purse around the mall today. So, I thought, WWJD? (Jayne, not Jesus. Jesus would probably carry the purse.)
Jayne was goin' out ta pick up some gun oil. Course, River had ta come with. She wanted ta pick up shoes or some other girly go se. Sometimes, Jayne just wished was single again an' didn't have a girl to worry over. Life were simple 'afore he settled down.
River walked down the stairs, carryin' a purse. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Y'ain't gonna make me carry that are ya? 'Cuz I ain't gonna." That was a lie. Jayne would carry the gorram thing if she really wanted him to. It annoyed him that he was so ruttin' whipped.
River jus' looked at him like he were the crazy one. "Why would she make him carry it? It's her bag."
Jayne's jaw dropped. This girl was perfect.
"Hell's bells, I think I love ya, woman."