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Knock, knock, knock.

Stirring slightly in my sleep I hear it again.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Mr. W this is the Bixby Police, if you're in there please open up."

"Let me get it, I'll see what's going on" Drake said as he lifted me off and moved me onto the warm spot in the bed that he just vacated. Slipping on his boxers he left the bedroom and made his way to the open door.

"Can I help you?"

After taking a second to adjust his sight up to the face of a seven foot tall, nearly naked, talking canine the officer responded, "I'm looking for a Mr. Jay W."

"I'm Jay's Fiance"

"I see" the officer said with a skeptical tone. "Is he here?"

Getting a little agitated with the lack of respect, "He's sleeping, what do you want?" a slight show of teeth making the officer think twice of his attitude.

"His mother reported him as missing since he didn't answer her calls."

"I see," stepping out of the way of the door which he completely filled. "I guess you can come in and sit down, I'll go get him."

Drake walked back into the bedroom as I was pulling my shirt over my head, "I heard."

"I figured you did, your hearing seems to be as good as mine. He's in the living room, waiting."

"He can wait a few seconds more while you get dressed. I want this to be as uncomfortable for him as it's probably going to be for me."

Drake pulled his pants on from the night before, then grabbing a shirt out of the closet slipped it on. Grabbing me in his strong grip he pulled me into a deep kiss. "It's going to be OK."

"Thanks."

Walking out of the bedroom and into the living room where Drake's suitcase and shirt still graced the floor. Holding hands the officer stood up out of the chair. "Mr. W. nice to see you alive and well." He said with a slight look of disgust on his face at us holding hands. Keying in on that expression Drake set down on the couch and I crawled up into his lap.

"Your mother has been worried about you." He said as he sat back down in the chair he was occupying. I guess perched on the chair would be a more apt description of how he sat. He was and older detective, tall and lean and sat with his back rail straight and nowhere near the back of the chair. There was something odd about his posture that I couldn't quite place right away. He had wider than average shoulders that you could see bore a lot of muscle at one time but years had taken some of the girth away. Then it hit me, he was probably a military man, long ago back when it wasn't a popular thing to do. Not that it was all that popular now.

"Funny, the last time I talked to my parents they disowned me. I was under the impression they didn't care."

"Your mother still cares, she called the Tuttle police and reported you missing after you didn't answer your phone. She said that you and your father got into a heated argument and that you stormed out the door and drove off rather upset. I must admit that driving as emotional as you probably were wasn't the smartest idea. Especially some, what, 200 miles?"

"I see, well you can report back to them that I'm in good health and that Drake here will never again let anyone harm me." Grabbing hold of Drake's hand to make sure the officer got a real good look at our matching rings.

Drake kissed me on the head and the showed the officer a smile filled with razor sharp canine teeth. "You can be sure of that."

Softening his expression once again, it became apparent that the officer, though he may not fully approve of what he was seeing, he understood the love between the two of us and that nothing was going to change it. He glanced at me with what looked like a hurt expression from years of regret. "Might I suggest, that you take a few moments and write a quick note to your parents telling them what you just told me. I know asking you to call them right now is probably going to be too much since you say that they disowned you but it's apparent that at least your mother still loves you. Maybe some of what was said was in the heat of the moment, maybe some was genuine and will never be mended but you don't want possibly the last thing you say to your mother to be something hateful or for her to hear what was said second hand. Trust me on that one." You could still see the look of regret plainly on his face.

Picking up on the expression on the detective's face Drake leaned down to my ear, "He's probably right."

Still a little angry and hurt I replied, "Yeah, fine, whatever." I got up and went into the kitchen to get a piece of paper and a pen then I sat down and the dining room table.

Dear Mother,

I'm alive and well, I know dad probably wouldn't be happy to hear that but whatever. Though I am disappointed in what happened I can't say that I was all that surprised. I've known for the most part that I'll never be truly accepted by the family, especially the redneck brother-in-law of yours. I don't know that I'll ever truly be able to forgive dad for what he said but maybe one day he can come to terms with it and we'll start talking again. I also can't guarantee that I'll answer if you or he calls me, at least not right away. I need some time to deal with what happened. In the meantime Drake is here with me and he's not going to let anything happen to me. Jay

Folding the note up and putting into an envelope, I sealed it and then handed it to the officer. "Here."

"Thank you. I know it's not that much comfort coming from a stranger but this will mean a lot to her and eventually to you. I never got a chance to do that after my parents disowned me for joining the military before I became a cop, now they're both gone and the last thing I remember telling them wasn't the nicest and it haunts me every day." With that he stood up, taking the envelope out of my hand and started toward the door. "Have a nice day Mr. and Mr. W."

Leading him to the door Drake replied "you too, officer."

Once he closed the door he walked back into the dining room where I went after handing the letter to the detective and sat across the table from me, my head in my hands he could see my shoulders shaking as I sobbing lightly. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not right now."

"OK," he said as he got up, walking around the table he put his large hands on my shoulders and started to rub and work some of the tension out of them.

As I began to relax and once I stopped crying I leaned back in my chair and rested my head on his stomach. Looking up into his big brown eyes with what I can only describe as a permenant shit eating grin.

"It'll be ok. I promise."