I'm going to die….this is it for Santana Marie Lopez. I'm staring down the barrel of a gun, my legs are shaking, my mouth is dry, hot tears are burning my freezing cheeks, and my hands are paralyzed in place at my sides. Suddenly my thoughts turn straight to Brittany, I can't die yet, I didn't get to tell Brittany I love her and kiss her one last time, I didn't get the chance to ask her to marry me, or accept her marriage proposal, whichever comes first, we haven't had kids together. I can't die right now.
"Empty your pockets, bitch!" The man growls in my face while moving the gun slowly down to my neck.
I nod slowly but quickly stop from fear that my nodding would set the gun off. Being robbed in New York has always been one of my biggest fears when I moved here. Being robbed at gunpoint in a dark alley, just never crossed my mind, I never thought I would be in this position. I remember my mother's speech before Q and I hopped in her car and drove her right after high school.
Santanita, please be careful. New York is big and fast, you're aren't used to that, you may never get used to it. Te amo mija, take care.
"Now!" He says a little louder bringing me out of my daydream.
I quickly reach in my pocket and hand him the cash I just got from Mrs. Tyler. "T-this i-is all I h-have." I manage to stutter out just above a whisper.
He snatches the money from me and stuffs it in his pocket quickly while looking up and down the alley nervously. Thankfully, I didn't have a purse or wallet tonight, just the cash from the delivery.
"Check your other pockets." He then growled out. "Do not fuck with me."
I nod and make sure to pull my pockets out of my coat to prove I don't have any more cash. He then nods in approval while looking back up and down the alley.
"Take your coat off." He then yells while moving the gun back to my face.
I quickly take off my Northface coat, yes the one I just bought the other day, and hand it to him. I only have on a t-shirt since I planned on delivering the cupcakes and going right back home. He snatches the coat and we both instantly look down at my wrist, I completely forgot I was wearing the diamond bracelet that Brittany gave me over New Years.
"Please don't." I whisper out when we lock eyes.
"Take it off, now!" He yells.
I reluctantly start to take the bracelet off but I'm so freakin cold that my hands are shaking.
"Take the gloves off and get the fuckin bracelet off now." He says while shoving the gun in my chest.
I whimper slightly as I struggle to even get my gloves off at this point. I finally do and he snatches them from me stuffs them in his pocket. I fumble with the clasp and eventually get it off. He snatches it from me and smiles wildly while tucking it in his pocket, as well.
He then creepily looks over my body and I pray to God he doesn't rape me. He leans in close and smells my face, I hold my breath as the tears keep streaming down my face and close my eyes tightly expecting the worst, he slowly starts to pat me down, I'm guessing to see if I'm hiding anything else, I have on leggings, so it should be pretty clear that I'm not hiding anything, but maybe he wanted to be a perv and cop a feel, so I open my eyes slowly. He then looks at my feet and smirks.
"Give me your boots too." He laughs out. "My sister will love those."
I choke on a sob and take my boots off; he quickly snatches them away from me and examines them. Without warning he then backhands me in the wall with the gun, and takes off running down the alley.
"Fuck!" I manage to find my voice and yell out shakily as I hit the wall and slide down it slowly. So here I am sitting in an alley, in a t-shirt and leggings, with the side of my face pounding, I was wrong; this is how I'm going to die.
I try to stand up but I feel dizzy and quickly sit back down on the ground and hold my head. This can't be happening right now. I try to crawl back to where I dropped my phone so I can call Brit or the police for help but I can't move and now I'm seeing double. I close my eyes tightly and try to focus myself.
"Help!" I try to yell out but it only came out a little louder than a whisper. "Brit!" I try to yell out again but I'm sure no one heard but me.
I don't know how long I've been sitting in the alley when I faintly hear Brit calling my name. I try to stand up and run towards the sound but the ground is too cold. I'm been holding my feet and rubbing them trying to keep them warm but with my hands being ice blocks as well, it really wasn't helping. I pull myself up slowly and instantly start to whimper at the pain and coldness while my legs buckle slightly.
"Brit!" I try to yell out but I can't find my voice still. Fuck. I clear my throat and yell out a little louder. "Brit!"
I look down the alley and see Brittany pause and turn to face me. "Brit!" I yell out again as I see her sprinting down the alley.
"Sanny!" She says quickly as she quickly hugs me tightly and peppers kisses to my face. "What happened, baby?" She asks quickly as she looks around and takes in my appearance. "What happened, Sanny?"
"I got robbed." I say as sobs finally overtake my body and I collapse in her embrace becoming inconsolable.
"I'm here…I'm here." Brittany says softly while stroking my hair and pulling me closer to chest. "You're safe now, Santana, I'm here, baby." She leans me back and takes her coat off and has me put it on. "Put on my coat, you're freezing." She says while beginning to rub my arms and hands. "Where are your shoes?" She then asked quickly when she saw I just had on my socks.
"H-he took my boots." I sob out.
"Ok." Brittany quickly looks around the alley before she takes her hat off and her mittens and hands them to me before bending down and picking me up. "Put the mittens on your feet. Hurry up." She says softly. I reach down and slip my feet in her mittens, the whole foot didn't fit but my toes got a little relief. "Ok, now keep your feet together and put the hat around them." She adds. "Good, just like that." She nods as she starts to walk quickly down the alley while looking all around nervously. I wrap my arms around her tightly and hide my face in her neck. She trips over something and looks down. "Is this your phone?" She asks as she bends down and picks up the phone. "Yeah, this is the case I bought you." She slips the phone in her pocket and peppers kisses to my temple.
"Let's get you to the hospital." Brittany says quickly as she starts to run down the street.
The entire time she hums and plants soft kisses to my face while never missing a step. "You're ok now." She says over and over. We get to our building and she runs straight to the car. She pulls her keys out and opens the passenger side.
"I'm sorry, Brit." I whisper out as I curl up in the passenger seat. "I'm so sorry." I say as more tears fall from my eyes. "We shouldn't baked today."
"Don't apologize, Santana." Brittany says softly while softly pressing her lips to my mine, my lips were freezing and the warmth from Brittany's felt like fire flowing through my body. I got the same sensation I got from the first time we kissed. "You're getting pale and you're shivering still, we need to get going." I hear Brit open the trunk of the car before she hops in the driver seat. I notice she put on one of the coats we bought to donate to the shelter this morning, and she hands me a pair of boots, also from the bags we had in the trunk to donate. She starts the car and turns the heat on full blast right away. "Lift your feet baby." She says quickly. She starts to rub my feet slowly in an attempt to warm them up while we let the car get a little warmer, she then slips the boots on me before reaching in the back and grabbing the blanket I keep in the backseat. "Here, cupcake." She says while wrapping the blanket tight around me. She leans over and we lock eyes, having one our silent conversation, she smiles softly before pressing her lips to mine again briefly.
Once we get to the hospital everything is a blur to me. I remember Brit running full speed with me in her arms to the receptionist desk. She told the lady she found me in an alley, and was worried about hypothermia since I get saying I was dizzy in the car. I remember reaching to touch the side of my face that was throbbing but Brit quickly grabbed my hand saying they had to clean the wound first.
After getting completely checked out and bandaged, and hooked up to an IV, just in case, a doctor came in and did a rape screen on me. I told Brittany and the doctor, and the creepy ass nurse, who's breath smelled like garlic, that I wasn't touched. Brittany pleaded with me to get one just in case since I didn't remember how long I'd been in the alley after I was robbed. He didn't find anything abnormal in the rape screen, no semen, no harsh entry so I was in the clear. I know I wasn't touched in any way, but I still let out a sigh of relief.
Brittany held my hand the entire time, slowly rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. She would occasionally lift my hand and kiss my fingers softly, like she always does as a silent thank you, or to calm me down when she isn't able to rub my lower back. The nurse gives me some pain medicine to offset the throbbing from the 4 stitches in my cheek, and the pounding headache I had from hitting the brick wall before leaving the room. I left out a soft exhale and close my eyes when I feel Brittany let my hand go and start to rub my legs and feet again over the 4 blankets the nurse had over them.
"Can you still feel your toes?" Brittany asks softly.
open my eyes and smile. "Yeah, I still feel all of them." I tell her as I wiggle them.
"I'm glad you're ok." She then says softly with tears in her eyes.
I try to sit up but my head has other plans and begins to throb. "Don't move, San." Brittany says quietly while coming over to me as her phone rang.
"Hello?" Brittany asks while sitting next to me on the bed and stroking my hair. "Ummm, yeah I found her, she got robbed and was in an alley a few blocks away...she's ok, a little bruised but ok, we are at St. Zion's Hospital." Brittany glances at me and kisses my forehead. "Can you stop my our apartment before you come and maybe drop Chef and Lord Tubbs off with Sam? Would he mind?"
I try to reach for the water, since my throat is still super dry. Brittany notices and quickly jumps up and hands it me. "Drink slow, like the doctor said." She says softly to me. I nod and slowly sip the water, sighing softly to myself as the room temperature water coats my throat. "Oh, can you grab her insurance card and my purse." Brittany then turns to me. "Where's your insurance card Sanny? Quinn is going to bring it?"
"I don't have insurance." I tell her. "I lost my coverage when I got fired, and I haven't gotten any since."
Brittany's face drops. "You need insurance San." She says quietly while covering her phone. "I'm going to add you to my policy." She then adds before uncovering the receiver. "Quinn, just bring my purse please, and grab San's black Uggs and a sweatshirt from the closet for her...ok, thanks Quinn."
Brittany hangs the phone up and lifts her legs in the bed as she wraps her arm around my shoulder. I instantly cuddle into her side and hug her tightly around the waist. "I hate that we got in a fight tonight." I tell her.
"Me too." Brittany says quickly. "I got your apology text and sent one back too, but you didn't respond so I thought you were mad at me." She then adds.
"I was checking my phone when I got robbed." I tell her. "I dropped my phone so I didn't get a chance to check my messages. I'm so sorry Brit." I say while looking up at her.
"I'm sorry too." Brittany says as she ghosts her fingers over my bandage on my check and kisses me softly. "I'm sorry." She repeats again just as an officer knocks on the door.
I sit up and glance at Brittany. "I'm Officer Bentley, I came to get a statement from you regarding your assault."
"Ok." I tell him before clearing my throat.
"Let's start with your full name." He says while setting down a tape recorder and pulling out a notepad. Brittany quickly grabs my hand.
"My name is Santana Marie Lopez." I state.
"Ok, can you explain what happened tonight in detail?" He asks while looking up at me.
"Sure, I, uh, I was walking down Marles Avenue, I just left a friend's house, I glanced down to check my phone when I felt something in my back and stopped walking. Then he covered my mouth and told me not to scream. I nodded because I then realized it was gun in my back." I felt Brittany squeeze my hand tighter so I placed my other hand on hers and looked up at her. I saw the tears in her eyes and leaned up and wiped them quickly. "He dragged me to an alley and told me to empty my pockets. I gave him all the cash I had, which was a little under $200."
"Do you always carry that much cash?" The officer interrupted.
I frown. "Sometimes, I'm a bartender, and when I leave work at night I'll have tips, so some nights I have a lot of cash, but I'm a caterer and was delivering cupcakes tonight, so that's why I had the cash." I explain.
He nods. "Where do you bartend?"
" Molasses." I tell him. He then nods for me to continue to the story. "After he took all my cash, he made my take my coat off and he kept it, then he saw my diamond b-b-bracelet that my g-girlriend g-gave m-m-me and took it." I stutter out as tears cloud my eyes. "I'm s-s-s-orry Brit."
"That's ok." Brittany says while squeezing my hand. "Don't worry about that, that can be replaced, baby." She adds while kissing me on the forehead.
"What type of bracelet was this?" The officer asks.
"A 3 three string, 2kt diamond tennis bracelet." Brittany tells him. "I have insurance on it with the jeweler I bought it from."
He nods. "I'll give you a copy of the final report so you can file it with the insurance department there. So what happened after that Santana?"
I sniffle as Brittany now wipes my eyes. "He made me take my boots off, I had on a pair of brown Uggs, and said his sister would like them. Then he backhanded me with the gun." I point to my cheek, where he used the gun to hit me. "And I flew into the brickwall I was standing in front of." I finish. I hear Brittany gasp and lean further into her.
"Aside from the slap, did he touch you at all?" The officer asks.
"No." I say confidently.
"Ok, the doctor said they performed a rap screen on you. Did everything come back negative?" He asks.
I nod. "Yessir, he didn't touch me, just robbed me.
"Ok, what happened after he slapped you?"
"He ran down the alley." I tell him. "I tried to get up and run for help but my head was pounding and I couldn't see straight, my head still hurts like hell now."
"Who found you or how did you get help?"
"I heard someone calling my name faintly, I instantly knew it was my girlfriend, Brittany. So I started to yell back so she would find me. My feet were so cold from not having on shoes that every time I tried to stand I just couldn't, the ground was too cold." I tell him.
He nods and turns to Brittany. "Can you say your name for the record?"
"Brittany Susan Pierce."
"How did you know Santana was in the alley?"
"I didn't, we got in a fight this evening before she left, well an argument. I texted her an apology, after over an hour went by and I noticed she hadn't responded so I went to go find her, thinking maybe she was in the car blowing off steam. I noticed her car keys on the table and realized she must have walked to deliver her cupcakes, so I instantly started to panic since we only live a few blocks away from the customer, and I knew she should have been back by then. I walked the path we always take when we are together and screamed out her name. I stopped in every bar and diner on the street before I heard some whimpering from an alley. I heard her call my name so I ran down the alley and saw it was her. I picked her up and we came here immediately." Brittany said quickly as I leaned my head on her shoulder.
"Santana, can you describe the man, do you remember what he was wearing, his eye color, maybe hair color, any scars or tattoos? I know it was dark out but anything?" The officer asks.
I nod and close my eyes. "He had the creepiest eyes ever, they were that light ice blue, the kind that looks like people are looking through you, he had curly honey blonde hair, like he got it dyed or something himself. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt with a hood and Nike sign logo." I say while opening my eyes and looking at the officer. "He had a scar on his chin." I add.
"He fits the description of a man we are actively pursuing, there have been a string of robberies in that area and he's been described every time." The officer states while turning off the recorder.
"What happens now?" Brittany asks.
"Did he take your wallet or any ID Santana?" The officer asks.
I shake my head quickly. "I only had the cash on me, nothing else."
"Ok, just as a precaution, get the locks on your door changed at home, and just keep your eyes open. If you do see him anywhere be sure to call 911 right away." He finishes as he hands me card.
"Thank you." Brittany says with grabbing the card and quickly tucking it in her pants pocket.
Once the officer left the room, Brittany pulled me close to her again. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby." She whispers to me.
"It's not your fault." I tell her while nestling my face in her chest.
"Yes it is." Brittany replies. "I upset you, so you ended up walking, and if you would have been in your car, this wouldn't have happened."
I sit up and turn Brittany's head to face me. "This isn't your fault, honeybee." I assure her. "I don't blame you, or the argument on this. I'm sorry, you're sorry, it's over, ok?" I tell her.
She nods and kisses me softly. "Ok." I lay back on her chest as she rubs my side. "I'm not leaving your side, get some rest."
2pm
It's been 2 days since I've been robbed and I haven't left the apartment, not even for a second to go get the mail from the lobby downstairs. It's not that I'm scared, it's because Brit is kind of trapping me in the apartment. It's like even when I think of leaving, she has this super power, which she attests to being blonde, and anticipates what I need. At first it was just hilarious and cute. But when Brit knew I had a craving for cookie butter and graham crackers and jumped up and ran to the store to get them, I was a little creeped out, but in a good way. I love that she knows me so well. I'm glad she's here; otherwise I would have probably been a huge mess. She's definitely been my anchor the past few days.
I've had a little trouble sleeping, so Brit would stay up with me until around 4am when I would finally pass out. I felt bad for her since she woke up early for classes and for work; she switched all her night shifts to day shifts so she could be home with me in the evening. So after she would get home from work around 4ish, I made sure to have a sandwich for her to eat and we would take a quick nap together.
Brit would of course stay asleep a little longer than I would, but I would get 45 minutes in some days.
Brit's off work today, but she took Chef to the vet, damn dog got a cold, maybe him and Brit play in the snow a little too much. She's been gone since around noon, so I'm catching up on emails, apologizing to people for their late orders, and taking new orders when Brittany and Chef come scampering in.
"$300." Brittany says with a smile.
"What?" I ask her as I look up from my iPad.
"$300 at the vet for his visit and his medicine, and his shot." Brittany says as she takes off her coat and boots and leans down to kiss me before snuggling close to me on the couch.
"Jesus." I breathe out while rubbing Brit's thigh. "I'll put some money in the joint account from my personal one."
"Don't worry about it." Brittany says as she peppers kisses to my neck before picking up the remote control and turning on the TV.
"He's my dog, Brit." I tell her as Chef lies on my feet. "You shouldn't have to pay for that." I add as I bend down and rub his head, instantly smiling when he starts to wag his tail.
"He's our dog." Brittany reminds me. "Seriously, don't worry about it." She says while relaxing into the couch and briefly closing her eyes.
"You look tired, Brit." I tell her as I glance over at her.
"I am." She says softly.
"I'm sorry I keep you up at night." I tell her as I swing her legs on the couch and lay down in front of her facing her.
Brittany opens her eyes and stares right into mine. "I don't mind staying up with you." She says while resting her arm on my side and beginning to rub slowly.
"How about we move up nap time today." I suggest as I wiggle closer to her.
Brittany nods as her eyes close and she falls asleep almost instantly. I smile at her and kiss her softly all over her face before I stand up and grab a blanket and toss it over her. I then sit on the floor and motion for Chef to come over to me. He walks slowly over, a sure sign he's still a little sick and climbs in my lap. I sit and hold Chef while rubbing his back until he falls asleep too.
"Great, everyone is asleep on me today." I laugh out as I set Chef down on the end of the couch. I'm not in the mood to watch TV so I click it off and turn on some music softly, so I don't wake Brit up. I opt for classical music and pull out my iPad again and buy an online book. I run and make myself some mango lemonade, I mix up a glass for Brit as well and set it in the fridge for her when I notice the strawberries we have. I decide to make some chocolate and caramel covered strawberries for Brit and I to snack on a little later.
I look in the cupboard to see if we have any chocolate for me to melt down and of course we don't. I decide to head up the street to the corner store and grab some. I tiptoe back in the living room and grab my coat. I grab Brittany's debit card off the table and head out the door. As I'm walking down the street I'm constantly looking over my shoulder and my nerves are shot, ok, so maybe I'm a little more scared than I thought. I stop and take a deep breath. "I'm ok, I'm just going to get chocolate and I'll turn around and just head right back home." I say softly to myself.
I get halfway down the block, before I freak out and turn and run back to the building in a full sprint. I rush back up the stairs and bust in the apartment and slam the door, on accident, which wakes up Brittany. She glances over to me and notices the look of distress on my face and how short of breath I am and her face drops.
She immediately runs over to me. "What's happened San?" She rushes out while hugging me quickly.
"I'm ok." I tell her when I finally find my breath. "I wanted to go to the store to get chocolate and kind of freaked myself out."
"I would have went for you, you know that." Brittany says while rubbing my back.
"I can't stay in the apartment forever Brit." I whisper out to her. "I have to get over this."
"Ok." Brittany nods. "What did you need from the store?" She asks when she finally lets me go.
"Some chocolate to melt." I tell her softly. "This is fuckin crazy Brit. I can't be scared to walk through my own damn neighborhood." I then say angrily.
"Let's go for a walk together." Brittany suggests while putting her shoes and coat back on. "We can walk around the block and then go to the store and come back."
"Yeah?" I ask her.
Brittany nods. "Yeah, one step at time right?"
I nod and stare at her as she starts to smile. She pulls me in for a tight hug. "If you want to come back at any time, we will. Let's go to the store and get whatever you wanted to get."
Brittany grabs my hand and holds it tightly as we walk down the street, I feel like 1000% more relaxed that she is next to me, I need to get over this fear of walking by myself, but like Brit said one step at a time.
"Do you want to watch movies tonight?" I ask her while glancing up at her.
"Sure, what do you want to watch?" She asks with a smile.
I shrug. "I got an email from Netflix that they uploaded a bunch of movies, we can browse through the new releases."
"Sounds good to me, are you going to make that popcorn you made before with the marshmallow fluff and chocolate?" She asks shyly.
I laugh. "If you want I can."
"Cool, that was really good." She says while licking her lips. "And here we are." She adds with a big smile.
"Thanks for this." I tell her when I look up and notice we are at the store.
"It's ok to admit you're scared." She then tells me. "I didn't get robbed and I'm kind of nervous when I leave at night too." She tells me. "It's overcoming the fear that can be even scarier, and I'm going to make sure you overcome your fear."
I nod. "How?"
"Well for starters, I'm going to wait out here while you go in the store and get what you need." She says. "Then, we are going to take walks everyday together, and gradually I'll walk further and further behind you until you relax again being alone. If it's ever too much, just turn around and I'll come running to your side." She tells me. "I promise."
"Ok." I nod. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." She smiles before kissing me on the forehead. "Now I know you hate when I ask, but do you need money?"
I dig in my pocket and laugh. "I took your card at the house when I left the first time."
"Thief!" She then yells out as she snatches the card with a big smile on her face.
"Come on Brit." I laugh out, quickly growing red in the face.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable using my card finally." She says as she hands the card back to me. "Can you make brownies tonight?" She then asks sweetly while rocking on her heels. "I'll help?"
"Hmmmmm, maybe." I tell her as I head into the store.
Of course I walk straight to the ingredients to make brownies for Brittany. There's a recipe I thought of the other day and have been dying to make them, and today seems like the perfect opportunity, plus I love when Brit helps me in the kitchen, whether for an order or just for dinner for the two of us.
I grab the chocolate to melt and also some white chocolate and a few other items before I head to check out. Once I'm outside I see Brittany making a huge snowball and patting it slowly while smiling at me.
"Brit, don't you dare throw that at me." I tell her while laughing.
"Ok." She says while dropping the pile of snow in her hands.
I walk slowly over to her. "You're up to something, that was way too easy." I tell her as she grabs a bag from me and starts to carry it.
"How so?" She asks while glancing at me.
"You don't drop snowballs, honeybee." I remind her.
"Oh, I guess you're right." She laughs out. "Maybe I am up to something."
"Oh God." I say while shaking my head.
"Are you okay?" She asks softly.
I look up at her and nod. "Yeah I am, thanks for walking with me. Maybe we can go to Central Park and walk later, you know do one of our dork dates?"
"I thought you wanted to watch movies?" She asks me.
"We can do both tonight, right?" I ask her. "Oh shit, you work tomorrow morning.
Brittany shook her head. "Mike cancelled classes for the rest of the week, gas leak in the studio."
"Yikes." I tell her.
"So, I'm all yours tonight." She smiles. "I would love to go to Central Park for a dork date or we can stay at home and cuddle. Whichever you want."
"Cool." I smile at her.
8pm
After dinner Brit volunteered to do the dishes while I got comfy on the couch and flipped through the channels on TV. I finally settled on a rerun of Saved By The Bell when Brittany walked in and smiled at me.
"Feel like taking a bath with me?" She asks while holding out her hand.
"Of course." I reply quickly and grab her hand allowing her to pull me up.
We walk to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and I start to strip my clothes off right away as Brittany runs the water and adds an ungodly amount of bubbles. I then reach under the sink and grab some candles and line them around the tub and start to light them before I turn on the radio in the bathroom to the jazz station I use to relax. Brittany pulls me close and kisses my neck softly before she kisses my lips.
"Ready?" She asks as she starts to take her clothes off. I nod and watch her settle in first before I get in and lean on her chest.
We sit in silence and just relax while Brit taps her foot against the end of the tub to the music. She starts to rub my sides slowly while humming.
"Brit, how much did that bracelet cost?" I ask her.
"I'm not telling you that." She replies quickly.
"I lost it, and I want to give you some money for it." I tell her while turning to look at her. "I know it was expensive."
Brittany opens her eyes and looks at me. "Yes it was expensive, but no you aren't giving me money for it, you didn't lose it, it was stolen from you." She tells me.
"Brit…"
"Santana, please." Brittany says sternly. "I'm not taking money from you for it, ok?"
I nod and sigh as I lean back on her chest and grab her hands to wrap around my waist. "Besides, your new one is coming in a few days, I already filed the insurance claim; it's taken care of."
"Well, can I give you money for the hospital bill?" I ask as I lean my head on her shoulder. "I know you gave the receptionist your credit card."
"No." Brittany replies while kissing my shoulder softly. "Santana, I don't buy you things or pay for things with the intent to demand money back from you."
"I know…I just…." I say while shaking my head. "I feel bad."
"You're were robbed Sanny." Brittany reminds me. "You have nothing to feel bad about, some asshole took advantage of you."
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to take care of me." I tell her with a shrug.
"Do you feel like you have to cook for me?" Brittany asks.
"Of course not." I tell her quickly. "I cook for you because I love you."
"I buy you things and pay for things because I love you." Brittany then states. "We both take care of each other, just in different ways, San."
"I guess you're right." I tell her.
"Of course I am." She laughs as she starts to rub my thighs under the water.
We sit in silence again for a while, with the only sounds because the soft splash of water when one of us moves, the low volume of the radio, and the wet kisses Brit is placing on my shoulder and neck every so often.
"Hey Brit, how do you feel about guns?" I ask her.
"In what sense?" She asks.
"How you feel about us getting a gun, for home?" I then clarify.
"I'm not thrilled about it, but if it makes you feel safer, then we can look into some classes for gun safety and gun control, get the proper license, and then take classes at the shooting range, and then maybe we can get a gun." Brittany lists off.
"Oh." I breathe out.
"Do you want a gun?" She asks.
I shrug. "I don't know. I want to feel safe."
"How about we take a breather from New York for a while?" Brittany then suggests. "If I recall, you promised me a trip to Ohio, and a road trip all in the same breath."
"I did, huh?" I laugh out.
"How about we go this weekend?" Brittany then suggests. "You don't have any catering gigs, and we can finish up your orders early and stop taking them for the next day couple days."
"That would be nice, but I have to get the stitches out of my cheek." I tell her.
"Lima doesn't have hospitals?" She teases.
"Yeah they do." I laugh. "So we are going to Lima this weekend?"
Brittany hugs me tightly. "I guess so."
"It's a 9 hour drive." I warn her.
"Cool, so we can stop somewhere in the middle for the night." Brittany suggests.
"Ok." I turn and smile at her before I kiss her and moan when her tongue slips in my mouth slowly. "I love you so much."
"I love you more." She winks. "Ready to get out and cuddle while we eat those awesome brownies you made and finish our Saved By The Bell marathon?"
"Great plan." I state as I step out of the tub and toss a towel at Brittany, who was stepping out as well.
"Remember when you said we could around naked if we wanted to?" Brittany smirked.
"Yea…." I say while drying off.
"Let's start now." Brittany then snatches my towel and runs out of the room. "Last one to couch has to put on a shirt." She laughs.
"You're cheating….again!" I yell out while laughing and chasing after her.
