Page 127 of Sweet Hate
He chokes out the wordnoas I carry him out to Beckett.
I radio the all clear so my guys can focus on putting out the fire.
We manage to douse the flames relatively quickly, much to my relief.
Once we head back to the station for cleanup and carry out all our inspections and shower, I make myself a sandwich and grab one of my girl’s cupcakes to take into my office to write up my reports.
Settling in my seat, I allow myself a minute to check my phone, happy to see a text from Haven waiting.
Sprinks
Hope your crew enjoys the cupcakes. Xo
Me
By the sex sounds they were making, they enjoyed them a little too much. Jury’s still out if I’m happy about that. But you won major brownie points around here.
Sprinks
LOL. Sex sounds! Glad to be of service. How’s your day going?
Me
Just got back in from a house fire, so I have to get a load of paperwork done.
Sprinks
Oh no! Was everyone OK? Are you OK?!
Me
I’m good, don't worry…unless you wanna come kiss my booboo better?
And the old boy is good too. Beckett took him to the hospital for a once over, but luckily, he got away with just minor smoke inhalation. Could’ve been much worse.
Sprinks
LOL I see you’re just fine. Glad everyone’s ok. I’ll let you get back to it. Hope the rest of your day isn’t too eventful. Xo
Me
Hope you spend the rest of your day thinking about me.
Sprinks
You’re ridiculous.
Me
I prefer optimistic.
Sprinks
xoxo
I lean back, my eyes flicking between the phone in my hand and the Funfetti cupcake on my desk. This is new. I’ve never had this—someone texting me to ask about my day. Worrying about me. Feeding me and my crew. I like it.
Because it’s her.
