move, knowing Allie didn’t have any business trying to
lift so much as one box. If Cain had his way, she’d head over to the new house
and clean or just chill out while he and the guys got the truck loaded.
Grabbing his duffle bag with a
few changes of clothes and his keys, he headed for the police department. He
was anxious to get the paperwork out of the way and make his new job official.
Officer Cain Boudreaux. Had a nice ring to it.
At the police department, he was
shown to an interrogation room, handed a stack of papers and a pen, and then
the woman left him alone. He figured if he had any questions, he’d have to
stick his head out the door and flag someone down. The place was busy, with
several men in cuffs waiting to be taken to a holding cell. With a shiver, he
remembered that cell all too well. Thankfully, they hadn’t held his
transgressions against him. He had a feeling it had to do with his military
background.
It took him an hour to complete
the forms and receive his purchase order. When he reached the uniform store, a
perky blonde helped him. He had to admit, the uniform looked good on him. He’d
noticed the blonde’s appreciative gaze, but all he could think was Will Allie like it? He hoped so. For
better or worse, she was now a cop’s wife. As he’d filled out that paperwork
today, he’d been happy they’d gone ahead and gotten married. It had allowed him
to add her to the insurance coverage, ensuring her and their baby would be
covered. He didn’t even want to think about how much a hospital delivery would
cost without insurance.
Putting his street clothes back
on, he carried the uniform to the counter. The blonde smiled at him, her eyes
lighting up. He felt the urge to wave his left hand under her nose, making sure
she saw his wedding band. Either she hadn’t noticed, or she just didn’t care.
Cain had always heard cops had a high divorce rate, a good portion from them
cheating on their spouses, but that wouldn’t be him. He was with Allie, and only Allie, until the day he died.
“The fit was perfect. According
to my purchase order, I need two more, and a bunch of other stuff.”
She nodded, retrieved the
uniforms for him then started gathering the utility belt, shoes, and anything
else he might need. When it was all said and done, he bid her farewell and
carted his purchases out to his truck. It bothered him that he hadn’t heard
from Allie all day and he rushed to the apartment, anxious to see her and make
sure she was okay.
When he pulled up, he saw Jenny
sitting on the steps. “Hey, Jenny. How’s it going?”
She gave him a worried look. “You
need to get to the doc’s office. Like now.”
He froze. “Why?”
“Darcy ran Allie to the doc’s
office about an hour or two ago. Allie was freaking out in her apartment.
Apparently she’d started spotting.”
Cain didn’t need to hear anything
else. He jumped into his truck and took off, tires squealing. When he pulled in
at the doctor’s office, he barely remembered to turn off the truck and close
the door before he rushed inside. The receptionist saw him coming and motioned
for him to enter the back area. A nurse met him in the hall.
“We wondered when you might show
up.” She smiled, but it looked strained.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Allie?”
“She’s okay, right now. The doc
took her to the hospital so he could monitor the baby. They left about twenty
minutes ago.”
Cain ran out the door and sped
the whole way to the hospital. About five blocks away, he was pulled over by a
police officer. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel, anxious to be
by Allie’s side. He didn’t give a shit about the ticket, it was the fact the
officer was holding him up that bothered him. He rolled down his window and
waited, hands on the wheel so the officer would see them and not have to worry
about a weapon.
The cop approached his window.
“Did you know you were speeding?”
“Yeah. I did. My wife was taken
to the
lift so much as one box. If Cain had his way, she’d head over to the new house
and clean or just chill out while he and the guys got the truck loaded.
Grabbing his duffle bag with a
few changes of clothes and his keys, he headed for the police department. He
was anxious to get the paperwork out of the way and make his new job official.
Officer Cain Boudreaux. Had a nice ring to it.
At the police department, he was
shown to an interrogation room, handed a stack of papers and a pen, and then
the woman left him alone. He figured if he had any questions, he’d have to
stick his head out the door and flag someone down. The place was busy, with
several men in cuffs waiting to be taken to a holding cell. With a shiver, he
remembered that cell all too well. Thankfully, they hadn’t held his
transgressions against him. He had a feeling it had to do with his military
background.
It took him an hour to complete
the forms and receive his purchase order. When he reached the uniform store, a
perky blonde helped him. He had to admit, the uniform looked good on him. He’d
noticed the blonde’s appreciative gaze, but all he could think was Will Allie like it? He hoped so. For
better or worse, she was now a cop’s wife. As he’d filled out that paperwork
today, he’d been happy they’d gone ahead and gotten married. It had allowed him
to add her to the insurance coverage, ensuring her and their baby would be
covered. He didn’t even want to think about how much a hospital delivery would
cost without insurance.
Putting his street clothes back
on, he carried the uniform to the counter. The blonde smiled at him, her eyes
lighting up. He felt the urge to wave his left hand under her nose, making sure
she saw his wedding band. Either she hadn’t noticed, or she just didn’t care.
Cain had always heard cops had a high divorce rate, a good portion from them
cheating on their spouses, but that wouldn’t be him. He was with Allie, and only Allie, until the day he died.
“The fit was perfect. According
to my purchase order, I need two more, and a bunch of other stuff.”
She nodded, retrieved the
uniforms for him then started gathering the utility belt, shoes, and anything
else he might need. When it was all said and done, he bid her farewell and
carted his purchases out to his truck. It bothered him that he hadn’t heard
from Allie all day and he rushed to the apartment, anxious to see her and make
sure she was okay.
When he pulled up, he saw Jenny
sitting on the steps. “Hey, Jenny. How’s it going?”
She gave him a worried look. “You
need to get to the doc’s office. Like now.”
He froze. “Why?”
“Darcy ran Allie to the doc’s
office about an hour or two ago. Allie was freaking out in her apartment.
Apparently she’d started spotting.”
Cain didn’t need to hear anything
else. He jumped into his truck and took off, tires squealing. When he pulled in
at the doctor’s office, he barely remembered to turn off the truck and close
the door before he rushed inside. The receptionist saw him coming and motioned
for him to enter the back area. A nurse met him in the hall.
“We wondered when you might show
up.” She smiled, but it looked strained.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Allie?”
“She’s okay, right now. The doc
took her to the hospital so he could monitor the baby. They left about twenty
minutes ago.”
Cain ran out the door and sped
the whole way to the hospital. About five blocks away, he was pulled over by a
police officer. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel, anxious to be
by Allie’s side. He didn’t give a shit about the ticket, it was the fact the
officer was holding him up that bothered him. He rolled down his window and
waited, hands on the wheel so the officer would see them and not have to worry
about a weapon.
The cop approached his window.
“Did you know you were speeding?”
“Yeah. I did. My wife was taken
to the
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