Hi everybody! Ok here's chapter 3, now I don't know what's wrong with me, I usually hate leaving cliffy's, but for some reason, I can't stop with them in this story, sorry, but I'll try to fix it. I hope you all like it anyways.

I know I was fine with it at first, but now, as the days drew closer, I began to have second thoughts. I tried to beg him to stay, but every time I got the nerve to do so, I just remembered that if he didn't go, he'd die because of me and what wife wanted that?

I never felt so alone in one little thing, the second Jon came home the day after he told me, and once he sobered up I told him and all he did was comfort me and promised me he'd think of away to make this work.

At the moment, Rick and I were downstairs in the privet library. Jonathan, every so often, joining in on our little discussion, with an "oh, Rick, just leave and come back in one piece, so she'll stop fretting" or a "I don't see how this is helping, Evy." The later one was said whenever I tried to coax Rick into staying by kissing him, something I knew Jonathan hated to watch.

All talking stopped and the room went silent for awhile. I was only two weeks away from loosing my husband for a two week period of time.

I rested my head on Rick's chest and no sooner had I done so, did Cleo come running into the room to sit on my lap.

"She's been acting weird lately." I said to no one in particular while petting her head.

"Maybe she's sick" Rick said, now petting her too, something she showed to rather enjoy.

"Or…maybe she's pregnant." Jon said from across the way, now looking for a book.

"Why would you say that?" Rick asked quickly, looking at me, maybe he thought I was pregnant and this was Jonathan's way of telling him.

"I don't know, but she is getting fat though." Jon said just turning around to see the look on Rick's face; holding back laughter at how shocked he looked. I wondered if Rick would stay if I were pregnant. Oh, well no use in lying to make him stay, at least not of something so serious.

His face relaxed as he looked at the cat, I could tell Cleo was gaining a little weight, but not enough to where you could tell just by looking at her without pointing it out. Which meant Jon knew something I didn't because he hardly ever pays attention to my cat, but I let it pass for the time being.

"I'll be back, baby." Rick said as he got up and left. Jonathan came over and took the seat Rick had occupied only moments ago.

"You know, I've been thinking" he whispered in my ear. "And I've come up with a way you can be with Rick on his little journey." At what I had just heard I jumped up and, unfortunately sending Cleo off my lap and out of the room.

"How!" I yelled.

"Shh…calm down and I'll tell you." He said waving his hands about trying to quiet me.

"Now, I'll tell you, but it's dangerous and if you get caught, you could be put to death." He said whispering.

"Oh, Jon, quit trying to scare me, and just say it."

"Ok, calm down. Don't get your knickers all in a twist." He said playfully causing me to laugh, and playfully sock him in the arm.

"Alright, well" he looked around; making sure Rick was nowhere nearby. "What you could do is dress up as a man and sign up for the legion."

"What? Jonathan that's brilliant, but horrible." I said completely shocked. "What happens after this is over, I'll still be apart of the legion and in the same position Rick is in now."

"Well now, I thought about that too, and when you come back the person you're impersonating could die or disappear, and that's something you'll never have to worry about again because nobody will ever connect him with you." He finished proudly at his great idea.

"Well Jon, I must say, you really thought this one over, thank you, but I must tell you, it could work, but so much is at risk. If something should go wrong I could end up risking both Rick's and my life."

"I know, old mum, and that's the dangerous part, but if you're good at it how can you get in trouble?"

"Mind you, I would be with men, sleeping and showering with them. That's not right Jon. I'm a married woman." The last thing, being a woman, was what I wanted to remind him of.

"I know, sorry, it was just an idea." He said brought down as this information registered with him. "I really hadn't put that to mind, sorry, old mum." Jonathan got up off of the couch, kissed my forehead, said his sorry again, and left the library, just as Rick entered.

He took a seat by me again and handed me some tea. I took the cup and held it in my hands. Thinking about what Jon had just said, it could work. It would be tricky, but it could work.

"What are you thinking about?" Rick questioned.

"nothing." I said flatly, shaking my head and crank some tea. Forgetting about the conversation, the risk was too great. I rested my head back on Rick's chest as my train of thought was transferred to back to my cat, who was now asleep in a chair across the room.

So what do you think? I will get a lot better as it goes on promise, but please let me know what you think. I'd write more, but my mom's getting mad because it's an hour and a half pasted my bed time. I'll see if I can get more up tomorrow, if I'm not grounded. I'm sure you all know how it is, while writing one looses track of time. Well so long and good night.