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Fuck.

That was good.

“That one got me pregnant, for sure,” she says into my neck and I laugh as I run my hand down her back.

“You think?”

She nods. “Oh, for sure.”

We sit in silence for a moment, both of us just soaking up the quiet time with one another, before she sits up and locks eyes with me.

“Now, where is my surprise?”

Laughing, I reach behind the seat and grab the black case off of the seat before handing it to her. She scowls at it, looking so goddamn adorable I want to take her again, before she looks up at me.

“What is it?”

“Open it,” I tell her, laughing as my stomach flips. I have no idea how she is going to react but I hope she’ll know I’m just trying to keep her safe. She flips the lid open and stares down at the pistol inside without saying anything and my heart climbs into my throat.

“Why?” she asks, meeting my eyes and I cup her cheek in my hand.

“I just want to know you’re safe, baby.”

She glances down at the gun. “If I agree to this, will you let up on the whole ‘you are not to be alone in the studio and I’ll drive you everywhere’ thing?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t want it,” she snaps, shoving it back into my hands. I refuse to take it, sighing as I run a hand through my hair.

“What if I let up on the whole alone at the studio thing as long as you check in with me often and I’ll follow you to work and home in my truck?”

She studies me for a second before nodding her head. “Okay. If this will make you feel better, I’ll carry it with me.”

“Good,” I answer as relief rushes through me like a tidal wave. I’ll be able to breathe so much easier knowing that she has a way to defend herself when I can’t be with her but I hope to God she won’t ever need it.