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Which was why I always had the pleasure of doing business with Barney.
“Thanks,” I muttered and exited the truck.
Barney was indeed working, but he refrained from saying any ugly words. For once.
That probably had a lot to do with his elderly mother sitting on the barstool at the front of the store, though.
“Free Wan-ton soup,” Barney glowered at me as he handed over my order.
I took it, smiling thankfully. “Have a good day, Barney.”
He didn’t reply as I exited the store.
The trials and tribulations of being a police wife sometimes seemed exuberant at times, but when I opened the door to find Loki singing Disney songs to our children, I knew all those trials were worth it.
The man was the light of my life, and I’d do anything for him.
***
Loki
The house was completely dark when I entered.
After eating with the kids, we’d just started getting them in bed when I was called out for a homicide.
Luckily, Channing now made her own hours.
Brittany and Channing had opened their own funeral home last year, and now worked whatever hours they wanted.
If they didn’t want to work, then didn’t have to.
That worked out well for our family, because there were times, like today, that I was called out without a moment’s notice.
The beep-beep of the alarm being reset had me turning to find Channing standing beside the door punching in the numbers to re-arm the house.
“Hey, baby. Did I wake you?” I asked as I stepped into her and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth.
She curled her arms around my neck and leaned into the kiss slightly before breaking away. “No, Justice has a fever. We’ve been up, on and off, for about three hours now.”
Concern etched her features, and I put my hand around her neck, bringing her back into the space where she belonged. My arms.
“Is the fever down now?” I asked.
She lifted her shoulders. “Kind of. He’s asleep on our bed. I couldn’t get him onto his ownwithout him screaming.”
I ran my cheek along the top of her head, letting my beard run against the soft locks of her hair.
Justice was mostly a healthy little boy. Until you got to the asthma attacks.
We’d known there was a chance that he’d have asthma, but that first time he’d had an attack, I’d never been more scared in my life.
He’d been six months old, and I’d taken him out to the park with me. Channing had been at work with Brittany when all of a sudden Justice started freaking out.
His eyes went wide, followed shortly by the wheezing inhale. His ribs started pulling in while he used his accessory muscles to help him breathe.
It was truly the most terrifying thing I’d seen.
I’d, of course, seen Channing have them multiple times in the past. I’d seen what they did to her, and how they brought her down.
