8p was rapidly rolling around and Carbine was not quite ready yet. Charley had been helping Carbine get ready since 6:30p. Well, it took Carbine 30 mins. to look for something nice in Charley's closet. After she had finally found something nice to wear, she put it on and looked in the mirror.

"WOW! I look good. I didn't think I would ever dress like this again. What do you think, Charley?"

Charley smiled and nodded. Carbine saw it in the mirror, too. "Do you think Morgan will like it?"

"I'm sure he will, Carbine. Let's get finished up. Its nearly 8p. You don't wanna be late."

Charley had Carbine sit down, then she helped her with her hair and make-up.
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By the time they got to the restaurant, it was 5mins. to 8p. Charley dropped Carbine off and left. Carbine walked in and sat down at the bar. Morgan was just coming out of the backroom. He was wearing a black Stetson cowboy hat, black western shirt, blue jeans and the same black cowboy boots with the stainless steel tips. His red hair was tied back in a black rubber band.

He spotted Carbine sitting at the bar, waiting for him. He couldn't get over how beautiful the general was. 'She cleans up nicely.'

He sauntered over to her and took a seat next to her. "Why howdy, ma'am. You look quite beautiful this evening."

Carbine looked Morgan up and down. She liked what he was wearing. "Why thank you, kind sir. You look very handsome this evening, as well."

"Would you like a drink? A glass of wine? A glass of beer? A mug of root beer, perhaps?"

"Wine will be fine, Morgan. White, please."

Morgan got up and walked around the bar and grabbed a bottle of white wine. He also grabbed 2 wine glasses. He popped the cork and let the wine breathe before pouring it.

After Morgan poured the wine into the wine glasses, he picked them up and walked from behind the bar and headed for a table. Carbine followed him to the table and sat down across from him.

They talked for most of the night and into the wee morning. They talked about things like why she chose to work for the Army instead of the Freedom Fighters with Throttle and the guys, then talked about what she plans to do with her life now that she's living here on Earth. She was honest and said that she wasn't sure yet, but she's currently helping out Charley.

"Do you have a place to live?"

"I'm living with Charley and Modo. I am looking for a place, though."

"I have a spare room at my place that you can use."

Carbine nearly spit out her sip of wine. "Are you sure, Morgan? I don't wanna intrude."

"Nonsense. I would love to have a roommate as pretty as you at my place. Stay as long as you want."

"Ok. I will be respectful of your personal space. I would hope you would give me the same courtesy."

"Of course. I will be a gentleman."

"I would expect nothing else."
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A month had gone by and Throttle still hadn't found a job yet. We did sit down and talk about having the wedding in Anaheim at the pond. I text Wildwing before I went to bed and told him that Throttle and I decided to have the wedding there in Anaheim at the pond. He was delighted to hear that then bid me a good night.

The next morning, Throttle noticed that I had stayed in bed like the other night. 'Guess the nightmares are getting better.'

I woke up and looked over my shoulder and saw a very happy tan furred mouse looking at me. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Good morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?"

"I slept pretty good last night. I think the nightmares are slowly going away. I'll be glad when they are completely gone. I still wake up from them, but I'm not on the couch like I was every night after you left and after you came back."

"I'll be glad, too. I've woken up and seen you sitting here in bed for most of the night. You know you need to get all the sleep you can while pregnant. I don't want you passing out and end up in the hospital. I love you dearly and want you and our unborn baby healthy."

"Stop fussing over me. I've gone longer without sleep than you have without eating. Retired Marine, remember. I still have a lot of my training imbedded in my head. You never forget what you're taught."

"I fuss over you cause I worry, babe. I have that right."

I wasn't going to argue with him. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my robe. I put it on, tied it then headed out to the other room. Throttle watched me walk out of our bedroom.

After I was out of sight, Throttle swung his feet over his side of the bed and put his head in his hands. 'Nice going, Throttle. What a way to start the morning. Better go apologize and find a way to make it up to her.'

He stood up and grabbed his shorts. He put them on and walked into the other room. He noticed that I was sitting at the kitchen table having my morning cup of decaf coffee.

Throttle grabbed a cup and poured himself a cup of decaf coffee and sat down across from me. He reached out across the table and grabbed my hand and squeezed lightly. I looked at our hands together then looked at him. He knew I was mad, but he also knew why I was mad.

He set his cup down, got up and moved over next to me. He gently took my cup from me and set it next to his. He grabbed my other hand in his and gently squeezed it.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for starting the morning in a rotten way. I know you can do things better than me. To be honest, it bothers me. Knowing that my girl is a retired Marine and hard headed at times, but very sweet. I worry about you and our son. I don't wanna lose either of you in any shape or form. Please forgive me? I can be hard headed at times, too. I wasn't thinking."

Before I could say anything, there was a knock at our door. "You expecting anyone, Throttle?"

"No, are you?"

"Nope." Then he got up and headed for the door. He looked through the peephole and noticed it was Harley. She looked upset.

"Its Harley."

"Let her in, silly." Throttle unlocked the door and opened it. He let Harley in. After he closed the door, he guided her to the sofa. He couldn't help but notice she had been crying recently.

"Babe, something is wrong. Harley has been crying."

I got up from the table and walked over to the sofa. I sat down on the left side of her and Throttle sat down on the right side of her.

"Everything ok, Harley? Is Vinnie ok?"

She started crying at the mention of Vinnie's name.

"Was it something I said?"

"I think you mentioned Vinnie's name. Stay with her and I'll go get some tissue."

I nodded and rubbed Harley's back, trying to soothe her a bit.

Throttle came back a few mins. later with a box of Kleenex. He handed it to Harley and sat down.

"So, what exactly happened, Harley-girl?"

Harley had finally calm down enough to tell us what happened. Throttle wasn't surprised to hear what Vinnie did. I was a bit shocked and so was Harley. Especially since he caught him.

"Honestly, Harley. Its not surprising that he did that. I think he needed to get it out of his system and he should have done it before he married you, not after. No matter the species, he's a guy. Modo and I aren't that way. I really wish Vinnie would have learned something from us. Let us talk to him and hope we can help you patch things up with him. He loves you, Harley-girl. I don't think he meant to hurt you like this."

"Why don't you go lie down in our room for a while. I'll call Vinnie and have him come over we Throttle and I can talk to him."

Harley smiled at me then hugged me. "Thank you, Michelle. I really appreciate what you and Throttle are doing for me."

"Just returning the favor, Harley-girl. All those times you've helped us during the war, its time one of us started returning the favor. Come on. I'll take you to our room so you can lay down. Feel free to use the shower, as well."

After Throttle took Harley to the bedroom, I picked up my cell phone and called Vinnie. I was hoping he would pick up. He doesn't know that Harley came to us for help.