CHAPTER THREE

"So you want to live a normal life?" Tiffany Quoted
"Uh-uh" Glen Nodded
"And Chucky thought this was priceless?"
"Yes, very much"
Tiffany took hold of Glens hand, pulled him out of bed and lead him into the kitchen.

"What the Fuck Chucky?!" Hollered Tiffany
Chucky jumped before realizing it was his moody wife
"So you want to do this, in front of the kid?!" Snapped Chucky
"If the kid wants a normal life we should let him!"
"Right, and how do you propose we do that Tiff?!"
Tiffany looked puzzled "Huh?"
"We're wanted murderers Tiff! People would try and hunt us down and anyway even if we weren't murderers,
We're dolls! We wouldn't fit in!"
Tiffany lowered her head "Oh? Uhh I guess I never thought of that."
"I was only thinking of the kid" added Chucky

Tears flooded Tiffany's eyes "look at us" she whispered "I just want whats best for him".
Chucky pulled Tiffany into a hug and held her there "So do I Tiff" Chucky admitted "I will find a way,
I promise you!" Chucky stared into Tiffany's royal green eyes he never stepped back to notice the detail in her miniature plastic body, her soft, glossy, wavering blonde hair, her smooth fair skin, her fake beauty spot and just below that lay her dark black lips lingering to be kissed. Chucky held her chin in the palms of his scared hands, Eager to kiss her he gently pulled her elegant face close to his. Chucky softly bushed his lips against hers as he cradled her in his arms, embracing every moment and cherishing every second, once there lips parted Chucky nuzzled his nose into her neck making Tiffany giggle, she hadn't been this desired in decades.