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Description: ONESHOT - short. Kind of a flashback…Caparzo/OFC. Rated M because of language. My first SPR fic!
Sitting in that damn trench again and the smell of mud reminded him of her.
Fuck. He turned his head away. No time for flashbacks, guns, smoke hazy in the air. Maybe sometime when he wasn't so occupied or upset or just fucking pissed.
But he opened his eyes again.
Goddamn, what he would give to be sitting back on her bed again, watching her dress. They ain't married, but who cares? Mom was never around and Dad left a long time ago. It didn't even matter to her; she lived with her sister in that apartment…oh, fuck where was it again? Shit, all he knew was that it was red brick and that smelly dog always barked at him. Never liked that dog. When he got back, he'd just walk around until he heard its strangled cries.
She wasn't from New York…he remembered when she had started working at the diner he and his friends went to every Friday night. They'd have a few beers, talk shit, and walk into the place like they owned it. She'd roll her pretty little eyes and shove coffee over, like she didn't even want to touch them. For the first couple of months, she hated him. Told him that every Friday night but he didn't listen because he was too fucked up to hear.
One Saturday, he went back. See if she was as pretty as the beer goggles let on.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Just wanted to say I'm sorry. Y'know, make sure me and my buddies didn't say nothin' that hurt ya."
She put her hands on her hips and laughed. "Why would I let a couple of dogs like you hurt my feelings?"
"Listen sister, I said I was sorry…no need to call me and my pals names."
She came up close to his face. "If you were really sorry, you'd buy me dinner."
He did. And the third time he bought her dinner, he had the best fucking he ever got in his life. Adrian! Adrian! The name never sounded so sweet.
But her mother never really approved. Said he was too dark to be dating her daughter…fuck, she was a racist bitch. He never saw her mother much anyways.
They laughed a lot together. Some of the girls in the old neighborhood were jealous, always making catty remarks. But she didn't care. She was poor just like him. Ain't nothin' bring together two people like no money and a need for sex. She had that blonde hair he liked to run his fingers through and those hips…men had died for hips like that.
The war started. He had enlisted and she was bawling the whole time.
"Adrian, why?"
"Cuz a no-good, son of a bitch like me ain't gonna sit around and wait till my ass gets drafted. They draft us dark people first, y'know."
"Now you're just being stupid."
"Callin' me stupid?"
She flinched. "No, I just…want you to think this over."
"Already did. I'm goin'."
"Let's get married, A."
And he did. No rings just papers. The state of New York knew, but no one else had a clue. Before he went to camp, she kissed him every second. In the morning, while he ironed his shirt, when he came home from the factory, and even before sex. God, the sex had been mind-numbing those last couple of months. He was pretty sure he had knocked her up a few times, but she didn't say anything about having a kid or throwing up or whatever those pregnant women did.
Except for the last time. Sent a picture of her stomach. It was large and had the words "Come Home".
Too bad he couldn't.
Too bad he never did.