Chapter 3: Their Life Together
Don't own Bones. Wah.
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"JACK!!" Angela cried from the kitchen.
"Yes?" her husband replied, appearing in the doorway.
"Where. Is. My. Sandwich?" Jack could tell his wife was angry. But honestly?
"I don't know. Should I?"
"No. I just want my sandwich." Angela pouted. She really wanted that sandwich.
"Is it the sandwich you snuck downstairs to eat last night?"
"Did I? I did, didn't I? Oh. Sorry, sweetheart."
"It's okay. Would you like me to go get another sandwich?"
"No, it's okay."
"Okay. Anything I can do?"
"Nope."
Jack crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Angela. She lay her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. She needed to calm down.
"I love you," he said, and she knew he meant it.
"I love you, too."
"I hope so. Otherwise, why marry me?" Angela laughed.
"Let's go out." It was a sudden suggestion. Not a bad one, necessarily. Just sudden.
"Where?"
"French place?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Get your coat," Jack said, always loving and protective.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Let's go."
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