Prompt: Photos in the sun visor

Thanks to Firelord65/Dragonmaster65 for the prompt! I hope you love it!


It was weird Parker thought being around a crime family whose entire prerogative was to be booking agents for others in their same line of work. As well as occasionally picking up a job here and there which led to the realization she'd worked with both of Quinn's mothers, a forger and a grifter respectively, on several different jobs before Leverage International.

Both women were legends in their own right.

They welcomed Parker with open arms along with several admonishments to Quinn for not bringing her by before. Not that it was Quinn's fault, he'd offered several times over the past year, and she declined every invitation. It all had to do with not feeling normal enough to pass as a good girlfriend, but it proved to be unfounded when his mothers were genuinely kind to her.

It overwhelmed Parker, the sense of belonging without having to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She didn't want to call Sophie because the other woman wouldn't listen to what she was saying in favor of focusing on how the acceptance was good.

Parker sighed, opening her eyes.

There was a tightness in her chest, not in a bad way. It wasn't a muscle spasm, she knew how to fix those. It felt like staring into a great void of possibility, not knowing what the landing looked like, or if it'd be easy to stick.

She looked around the cab, stopping on the sun visor above her. Unlike the one on the passenger's side, there were two rubber bands around it, and whatever was being secured to the other side was white on one side. Quinn hid things expertly when he wanted to, though this seemed too obvious to be a secret.

Parker sat up, swinging her feet off the seat. Tentatively, she brought the visor down, expecting the insurance cards or the truck's registration. Instead there were pictures, mostly of her and one of them both.

Keeping pictures was dangerous.

Yet something about the permanence of Quinn keeping pictures in his truck of them made the tightness in her chest turn into a soft warmth. Only here he deemed to feel safe enough to keep photos in the truck he'd gotten at sixteen.

"There you are, Sweetheart."

Quinn leaned in through the open window.

"It was just a lot," Parker told him, knowing Quinn would read between the lines.

"They can be," he agreed then opened the door. "Move over."

He flipped the visor back up before turning to her.

"It's a thing we do here. Run into someone your mommas know at the Piggly Wiggly, you get talking, and show 'em pictures," Quinn explained. A slight blush overtook his cheeks. "I also would come out here when I called you."

Parker expected him not to keep his promise to call her everyday on the other visits. Quinn called twice a day; once in the morning and once at night. She pictured him sitting in his truck, looking at the pictures as dark fell and the frogs began to sing while listening to her talk about her day or anything her mind came up with.

There were right words for this she knew, but for some reason they wouldn't work in her mouth.

"I love you," Parker blurted out before bravery left.

And for a second, it felt like one of her lines had broken, causing her to careen towards the ground. The panic caused her throat to burn, making it hard to swallow.

Then he caught her.

"I love you too, Parker," Quinn replied. He reached over, cupping her cheek with a hand. "Want to go get Dairy Queen?"

Parker nodded.

"I thought it'd be harder. Saying that I love you, I mean. Instead it feels right," Parker said, trying to figure out the remaining confusion in her mind. This wasn't at all like what was considered normal. Sophie once told her to let the man say it first to give her the advantage in the relationship.

Something about that particular piece of advice felt wrong.

Quinn backed out of his parking spot before turning towards the driveway.

"It can be, but we communicate better than most couples in our own way," Quinn said. He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. "Love you, so much."

Parker smiled. Quinn was a man of many facets, but she was the only one who saw this part of him. The part who put pictures in his truck, who was taking her to Dairy Queen to not only get her ice cream, but to show her off to his hometown as well.

And she loved him for it.