Jon
Pulling into the parking lot of the grocery store, Jon double checked the list to make sure he would be able to get everything as fast as possible and get back to his Cami-girl. The mouth on that girl made him fucking rock hard every time. He was even starting to think her whole ‘Daddy’ shtick was funny as hell.
A laugh burst from his mouth as Jon continued down the list. Camille had scratched out ‘condoms’ on the list and replaced it with ‘your bare cock in me as soon as you get back.’ It was getting harder and harder for him to do the right thing. He knew she might regret it if she got pregnant now, right after going through the trauma of being held captive by her brother and tortured by his goons. It amazed him every day how she took things in stride. Camille didn’t bury the pain, she acknowledged it, put it in its place and then moved on. Watching her as she moved about the place, not realizing his eyes followed her at all times, he saw how a memory would hit her, stopping her in her tracks. Eyes squeezed closed, she would breath through it, let it wash over, then take one big deep breath, square her shoulders, open her eyes, and go on her way. The only times she seemed completely at ease was when she was in her garden or in his arms.
Still, each night she woke screaming from nightmares she couldn’t fight in her sleep, and each time Jon held her and soothed her back to sleep. But she was so insistent she wanted him bare again, it was damn hard to ignore.
Jon had given up on the idea of having a family of his own long ago. Sophie had been as close as he would ever get to being a father. But now a whole world of possibilities lay before him. And he wanted all of it. The kids. The chaos. The wife.
Jon started the truck back up and pulled out of the parking lot. There was a stop he had to make before grocery shopping. His woman’s left ring finger was far too bare, and he needed to fix that immediately.
***
As he made the turn onto the long access road back to the cabin his heart raced as if he’d just gone four rounds with his trainer. The truck was filled with enough supplies to get them through another three weeks, if the investigation went much beyond that they would need to think long term options, because as much as he wanted to, they couldn’t stay out in the middle of nowhere forever. According to Luke, they mayor and city council president were getting tired of Jon’s absence. Much longer and they would vote to fire him, without his pension, which he couldn’t accept. HE needed to leave on his own terms so he would have the means to support the family he never expected to have.
He didn’t see Cami’s brother bothering to chase after them across the country, not while he had the police so far up his ass he could taste the polish on their shoes, and the FEDs were already chomping at the bit to let them take over the case. So Jon’s plan was to convince Camille to go back to school, in California. He’d seen her transcripts, 4.0 across the board, even in the subjects Jon barely understood the names of.
He could do some consulting on the side, maybe get his PI license and get back to what he used to love, investigating. Hell, he’d stay home and play Mr. Mom if she was serious about the whole kids thing.
The thought brought a grin to his face. He was getting old, but he wasn’t so old that he couldn’t chase a couple toddlers around in the sun. Wasn’t so old he couldn’t go all night trying to put those kids in Camille’s belly. His cock swelled behind his zipper.
The truck rocked back and forth as he bumped along the worn road leading to the cabin, he couldn’t wait to sink into his woman, then get down on one knee and put the ring burning a hole through his pocket on her finger. The jewelry store was a small mom and pop place specializing in vintage designs. For a moment after walking in Jon had feared he wouldn’t know what to pick out for her, but then he looked in the first case and it just popped out, apart from the rest of the rings. He could visualize her wearing it, her fingers entwined with his as he slowly pumped his cock into her sweet pussy. Two minutes in the store and he’d walked back out with a simple, yet beautiful diamond ring.
Finally, he broke through the tree line and pulled into the gravel clearing they used for parking. But instead of anticipation filling his blood, trepidation slid through his veins. Something wasn’t right. The air felt wrong. Everything looked fine, the house and property appearing as it always did, but his nerves were going haywire. If he had learned anything during his career in law enforcement, it was to trust his gut. And his gut said trouble lingered nearby.
Trying to act naturally, he parked the truck in its normal spot, and as he leaned over to grab a couple bags filled with food, he also grabbed the glock he had strapped under the passenger seat. He hid it in his waist band, straightened up, and got out of the truck. Walking to the front door he knew without a doubt he was about to walk into some major shit, but there was no other real choice. Camille was inside, and he had to make sure she stayed safe. If he found the worst had happened, he’d fuck up whoever was responsible beyond recognition.
The door handle practically sizzled in his hand from the tension radiating off his skin. Gathering the strength he would need to step through the door into whatever awaited for him, Jon pushed the door open. No amount of deep breathing or preparing would have made a slight bit of difference though.
A gun stared him in the face, the tip vibrating softly. His eyes traced down the barrel to the delicate hand gripping it, trying not to shake. Standing directly in front of him, tears streaming down her soft cheeks, was his sweet Camille.
“I’m so sorry, Jon. I love you.” Before he could respond, the sharp crack of gunfire filled his ears. White hot pain surged through his chest, and he slumped to the ground, trying with all his strength to tell her he loved her too. But the words wouldn’t form.