Quadruplets Make Six

“Hello?”

“Why the fuck are you whispering, man?”

I winced. “Rose is asleep.”

“Oh. Well look, we have a suspect in custody. On the Donald case. Guess it’s the Donald, Rogers, and Walker case. Plus, the dude that got shot.”

“Nate, what suspect?” I tried to get him back to ground zero. He just chuckled and kept on.

“I don’t know all the details. The incident matched all the other four, so we brought him in. Apparently, he was trying to rob some guy who turned out to be a fucking Navy SEAL. Retired, but he still knocked him out.”

“Fuck. Okay. I guess I’ll be down there in a few. I might have to bring Rose,” I responded. I hated the thought of waking her up.

“You have to bring her. We need her to look at the suspect. She’s a witness, remember?”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Yeah. We’ll be there soon.” I told him.

“See you.” He hung up.

I sighed deeply and tossed my phone on the table. I turned to look at Rose, still fast asleep. Her twitching eyelids told me she was in a deep sleep. I frowned and grazed her cheek with my thumb softly as I cradled her face.

“Rose.” I said louder, “Rose.”

She grumbled something incomprehensible.

“Rose, you have to wake up.”

“What? Why?” she mumbled. I resisted the urge to laugh at her cuteness when she was sleepy.

“We have to go to the station. There might be a suspect in custody,” I explained. I didn’t want to alarm her too quickly, but I didn’t want to lie either.

“Oh.” She stretched out and yawned, and it made her body press even farther into mine. My body couldn’t help but react to hers, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. Lucky for me she was too half asleep to notice.

Rose then sat up and stretched out. The swells of her breasts peeked under her shirt, and her nipples poked through the top, too. Fuck me.

“Let me just get dressed.” Her voice was still groggy, and she got up from the bed, walking slowly to the bathroom.

As she used the bathroom, I put my shoes back on and my jacket. She came back into the room and pulled clothes out of her dresser. I liked how messy her room was; it wasn’t a pig sty or anything, but it was like another part of her. The clothes peeking out of the dresser, the disorganized bookshelf, and the little pile of clothes on her side chair. It was just like her.

She started to undress, and I nearly lost it. “You must not want us to make it out of here,” I said to her.

She smirked at me as I stared at her breasts and watched them sway before she put her blue lacy bra on. I stared until she got fully dressed in her jeans and brown sweater. She stuck her feet in fluffy white slippers and I followed her out.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her as we passed her kitchen.

“No.” She locked Parker in his crate and refilled his water bowl. “I don’t really have an appetite. I mean, what if it’s him?” Worry laced her voice and I was honestly lost for words.

“Rose, you shouldn’t think like that.”

She met me by the door. “How can I not?” She shrugged and grabbed her purse, then we left.

The drive down to the station wasn’t long, but Rose got even more tense the closer we got. I held her hand, but she still clenched mine hard.

“I wish I could say it gets easier, but I don’t want you to ever have to deal with this kind of shit again,” I told her softly. I turned the radio off, and the silence of the car was deafening.

“So, the next time I see a crime I should just keep walking,” she sighed.

“No, cause that isn’t you. But…hopefully next time it won’t turn out to be involved with the Irish mob.”