[CLOSED] you're giving me such a rush.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I got it." He said, kissing her gently. He walked into her room and fished out one of her bags. He packed her clothes carefully, then walked to the bathroom to get the rest of her things. When he was done, he carried the bag out to his truck. "Are you ready? I don't think Knox cares you don't have on a bra. Unless he gets drunk. In which case uh.. Go to the neighbor's house. And take Jack with you cause he tends to get a little crazy when he's drunk.."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Okay..." She smiled faintly, leaning up for a kiss before pulling back the blanket, stretching her arms some and standing carefully.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Come on, princess." He said, scooping her up into his arms. He carried her out of the house and sat her in the truck before he walked back to close the door. He made his way back to his truck, fishing his keys out of his pocket. "My shirt's still in your room so.." He shrugged, tucking his gun back under the seat before he started the truck. He pulled out of the driveway and started to Knox's house with a yawn, leaning back in his seat.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey snuggled close, hanging on to him tightly until she was set in the truck. She reached out and slid her hand to his knee, scooting over to the middle seat carefully, resting her head on his shoulder. "That's okay.." She murmured softly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Knowing you, you're going to be wearing it to bed for a week because it smells like me." He teased, leaning over to kiss the side of her head at a red light. It wasn't long before they were at Knoxville's house, him and his son out in the front yard. Jack smiled and waved at them, running up to hug Britt as he got out of the truck. "Hey, Jack in the box." He teased, hanging him upside down. Jack giggled, waving over at Zoey.

"Das Zoo-ee." He said.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey scoffed, a smile playing on her lips. "So?" She huffed, knew he was probably right. She kept close until they pulled up, eyes half closed, and smiled at the little boy, waving. "Hey Jack," She breathed, getting out. She winced as her feet hit the ground, stretching stiffly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt sat him down on his feet, and Jack walked back over to his daddy, throwing himself in the older male's lap. "He's really happy for having his arm in a cast." Britt said, pulling Zoey's bag over. He slung it over his shoulder, walking over to the two on the lawn.

"He's doped up on pain medicine right now. He refuses to sit down." Knox said, trying to sit him down. But Jack drew his legs up, trying to wiggle away.

"Ouch. I like your cool arm." Britt said, and Jack laid down on his stomach, holding out his cast.

"I iron man."

"Your dad still lets you watch that junk?"

"Hey, you got Mickey fucking Mouse on your arm." Knox retorted.

"I'm like.. Twenty four. I can do what I want, you dork." Britt teased.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey wandered after him quietly, watching them. A finger hooked in the loop of Britton's jeans while they talked, eyes closing halfway again. She blinked, opening them once more, and shifted her weight. Green, brown flecked eyes peered at the other two tiredly, even though she hadn't been awake long at all.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Yeah, you say that now with your illegal relationship with your girlfriend." Knox retorted, and Britt rolled his eyes. "Whatever. She's hot. Just no fucking in the parlor."

"And who says we're fucking?"

"My mom didn't raise a fool."

"No, she raised a dork."

"You have a lot of room to talk about moms, babe." Knox said, picking up Jack. Jack laid his head in the crook of Knox's neck, closing his bright blue eyes.

"Yeah yeah. Mine raised a murdering freak who can't have kids. Hardy har har." Britt said, rolling his eyes. He followed Knox inside, wrapping his arm around Zoey.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly at their bickering, keeping close to him as she followed inside. She smiled, happy that Britt had at least had her completely before Jason got her again.

She winced, stumbling as pain jolted between her legs, drawing in a shaky breath. 'What's wrong, bitch?' Laughter.