#sonnybaker

It was luck that they hadn’t been caught by a security guard at the back of a Walmart parking lot.

His shirt was off, and Jean-shorts by his knees along with his boxers. It was a shock her dress shirt still clung to her body, given how much they both were panting.

“We need another condom,” Carson breathed out, dazed as her eyes fluttered open.

“I don’t have another one,” Brian managed to say, searching his pockets.

“Fuck.”

He turned back to her with a sheepish look, “Maybe we could just risk it.”

“Fuck no,” she tiredly pushed against his chest. “Boy, we’re not doing that.”

“I’m clean I swear,” he exclaimed, as if to convince her.

“We need protection.” Carson wouldn’t risk it. “You’re not gonna accidentally knock me up.”

“I’ll pull out,” he weakly tried, leaning closer to her.

“You won’t.”

“How are you so sure huh?” He asked cheekily.

“Because you’ve been moanin’ about how good I feel.” She taunted, running her nails down his chest, “You love it too much to pull out.”

“I do,” Brian admitted, licking his lips. “I do.”

“Then no more sex,” She said, worn out, “but you can give me head.”

“Oh I can, can I?” He teased.

“Yeah,” she bit down on her lip as he started kissing down her stomach before finding solace between her legs again. “Fuck.”

——

Carson shrugged, “Y’know how you were eatin’ bum ass tuna sandwiches tryna get my attention.”

He rolled his eyes at the laughter that escaped her.

“They weren’t that bad.” Lie, and they both knew it. “Well, I got your didn’t I?” Now that was true. The grin splattered on her face made him chuckle. His naked chest rose and fell, when she finally joined him, sporting her cute little lilac nighty. It wasn’t pink shockingly, but most of her things were in the wash. “You liked that you had my attention.”

“Of course,” Carson confirmed when he shifted his position, turning on his side to face her, sitting up on one arm. “A pretty boy like you. Obviously.”

“Obviously huh?”

She nodded, “Yup.”

“Well, a pretty girl and a pretty boy just makes sense right?” The words pouring from his lips made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.

Carson couldn’t help but bite down her bottom lip, “Exactly.”

“Both who like cars,” Brian added, gaze deepening into hers as the sheets trapped them.

“Love cars,” she corrected.

“Love good food.”

“Good music.”

“Live an exciting life,” Brian marvelled, starting to trail his hand over her arm.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he did so. The feelings he inspired had been blossoming for a while and she didn’t want them to ever stop.

“It’s like science that we’re together.” She teased.

“Biology… y’know since we’re always fused together,” He joked.

Carson dramatically gasped, “No, you just like my anatomy.”

“And you constantly caress mine,” he retorted, earning a pointed look.

“Nu-uh, that’s you. You’re obsessed.”

She gestured to how he was now gripping at her waist.

“Can’t help it, you have my attention,” His voice lowered, but his adoring tone stayed the same, much to her delight.

“Always?”

“Always baby. Y’know it’s more than just my attention you got.” Brian said sincerely. “So much more.”

Carson slowly nodded, as they shuffled closer, closing the gap between them. “Yeah, you’re a certified lover boy.”

He chuckled, “And what’s that make you huh?”

“Mine. Agreed?”

“For sure, now come here, I need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Brian’s body moved to straddle hers.

Her squeals and giggles bounced off more than just the pillows between her four walls.

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a/n:

hope you enjoy!

Passive.

She wasn’t questioning anything he did. She would concede any time he suggested they do something. She wouldn’t argue.

It didn’t make sense to him.

And quite frankly it was annoying him.

“Baby?” He called out from beside the kitchen sink, looking at the soapy dishes.

She replied, turning down the television, “Yeah?”

“I don’t wanna wash the dishes, can you do it?” He asked.

Now, the dishes were Carson’s nemesis. She would claim they ruined her nails whenever she did them. She hated it, and everyone knew it too. Apart from being a damn good racer, she was known for being a brat. A brat who was too good for washing up the dishes.

Brian hoped she wouldn’t accept his plea but the fact that she stood up from the couch and met him where he stood rubbed him the wrong way.

“Sure,” she agreed, approaching with a timid smile.

Before she tentatively grabbed the gloves, he said, “Don’t.”

“What?” She turned to him, watching as his brows furrowed.

“I said don’t.”

She asked, “So you asked me to do the dishes and now you don’t want me to?”

“No, I’m tellin’ you don’t. I’m givin’ you an… order.” Brian grimaced at his choice of words, but the expression turned into a frown when she barely reacted.

“…okay.” She breathed out.

Once again not putting up a fight.

“No, it’s not okay.” He rushed out, startling her.

“But you said —“

“No. Stop this.” He said almost pleadingly.

She blinked at him, “Stop what?”

“It feels like you’re apologisin’ for being alive Carson.”

Carson. He only called her that when he was irritated.

Carson gulped, “I’m sorry.”

He groaned into his hands, then pulled them away seeing her wince.

“Don’t…” he huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? Did I piss you off somehow and is this your way of gettin’ back at me?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Her voice sounded small.

Something he didn’t want but he needed to get to the bottom of it.

“You agreed to do the dishes,” he stressed, motioning to them.

She sheepishly shrugged, “And?”

“You once said that doing the dishes is hard labour and you’d rather have your tyres slashed than do them.” He studied her closely, seeing her open her mouth to speak then keep it closed. “See this is what I mean, why aren’t you puttin’ up a fight?”

She inhaled deeply, “I… I’m confused, you wanna argue?”

“I want you to be you.” He emphasised, earning a look of confusion.

“By arguin’?”

“By not agreein’ with me on everythin’.”

Carson fiddled with her fingers, trying to find a response, “I’m not doin’ that.”

Brian softly scoffed. “Then what are you doing? Explain it to me because it’s been days and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”

“Brian… I don’t wanna… piss you off,” she quietly defended.

She nearly looked away at the slightly annoyance on his face. This is what she wanted to avoid.

“How would you piss me off? What, by being you? You could never piss me off.”

“I did last week,” she confessed.

But he didn’t seem to understand.

“What?” Brian was hoping she would explain further.

Carson reluctantly started, “You were watchin’ the game.”

“Right.” He slowly nodded along.

“I asked you to help me with the laundry and you snapped at me.”

He scrunched up his face in confusion, “What?”

“I called your name a few times and someone must’ve scored or somethin’ because you weren’t respondin’. I called you to help me and you just raised your voice and said —“

“ — ‘relax, stop naggin’ me.’ Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair.

She kept explaining, “In the past, guys usually get sick of me. Pretty quickly actually.” She let out a laugh of disbelief, “It usually starts off the same way. Snappin’ or yellin’ at me for stuff I don’t understand or claiming I’m overbearin’. I didn’t realise that I started doin’ that. I don’t wanna lose you Brian so I’d rather just keep quiet.”

His hands dropped to his sides as he shook his head, “No.”

“What?”

“Don’t you ever keep quiet.” His sternness almost made her wince, “Your ability to not take shit, especially from me is one of the things I love about you. I didn’t even realise that happened last week. That I yelled at you, you got triggered… baby I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She muttered.

“It is.”

Brian hated that she thought he was pulling away because of the incident. He hated that she started pulling away because of it and that she was quietly regressing.

He also hated all the guys that made her feel this way and despised the fact he lowkey was one.

She waved him off, “I should’ve told you.”

“No, I should’ve realised. I know you don’t like being yelled at. I didn’t even realise I did it. I was distracted and I’m sorry.” He stoped closer, fortunately she didn’t step back, “You shouldn’t have to make yourself be small because I’m being an ass.”

She murmured, “You didn’t know.”

“Well now I do.” A smile tugged at his lips.

She subtly nodded, she squinted at him, “So you’re not gonna make me do the dishes right?”

He laughed, “Please, as if I’d let you ruin this manicure.”

He took her hands in his, then kissed them.

“Thanks Bri.”

She pecked his lips a few times.

When she went to pull away his hands settled on her waist, drawing her back in.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispered against her lips. She hummed in agreement. He quickly picked her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his legs. “I’m so sorry.”

a/n:

Location: Brazil.

Where they had their honeymoon.

He just prayed it was the perfect destination for them.

“Carson?” Brian called out to her, seeing she was still on the phone to Suki. Asking about how Jessie was, if she ate, if she asked for them, if she was scared without her parents. “She’s fine. Trust me she’s in good hands.” He heard her finally hang up with a huff. Their clothes were still in their suitcases, that remained at the entrance of the villa they resided in. A few people owed him some favours at his job, so he didn’t hesitate to call them in, especially for his wife. “Let’s take a look around. We’re staying here a while.”

She gulped, “You said 4 days.”

“Right, that’s good, you needed a break.”

“You weren’t listening to me,” she let out a groan as she folded her arms.

His shoulders slumped, “I was.”

“I said I needed help. I needed what you promised me. Not a holiday. Brian, have you ever realised I have never spent more than a day away from Jessie?”

“I’m aware and this is why this would be good. A good time just to relax.” He was immediately starting to realise maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She was panicking. Shaking at the thought of being in a different country. And what made matters worse was she had begun to leak. “Baby…”

“Fuck,” tears pooled in her eyes when she noticed, clutching at her breasts. “I… please tell me you packed — never mind.”

“I did, it’s in the car,” Brian assured her, he made sure the pump was the first thing he packed. Luckily aware of each feeding time. Even though Carson was still breastfeeding, she was weening Jessie off of it, and starting her on formula. Luckily there were bottles in the fridge back home and milk lollies in the freezer since Jessie was teething. “I’ll go get it.”

Carson struggled to contain her tears when Brian raced out of the villa, leaving her in her own exhaustion. She didn’t want to be here. She just didn’t. Driving, then being shipped, was tiring and cramped. Not even the music could comfort her. I just need help, not a fucking holiday. It appeared Brian had planned a few things for them to do. The beach was one of them. The beach where her whole body would be on show.

She tugged at the mesh cover that cascaded over her thighs. Thighs she didn’t want to look at. Thighs that were glowing in the sun but she didn’t seem to care about that. The weather only worsened her mood. As were many young bodies that ran passed her and her husband as she tried lying down on a beach chair.

“Want some more water?” Brian gestured to the almost empty bottle on the table between them. He sat up, feet sinking into the sand whilst he stared over his wife’s body. “Whatever you’d like Sonny.”

“I’m fine.” She readjusted her cover for the 10th time.

“You’re gonna get way too hot in that thing,” he said, pulling off his shirt, it was clinging to him. The sweat had seeped through and he couldn’t take it. What he didn’t know was his perfect toned body irked her more. “C’mon baby, wanna put this on me?” He held up a bottle of sunscreen, catching her attention. As did the many eyes that cut to her husband when they looked over. “You know you hate if I get sunburnt.”

Swallowing the knot in her throat, she nodded, cautiously getting up, clutching her cover, hoping it didn’t ride up.

The sand made her stumble between his legs, where his hands caught her waist and stabled her.

“Ah,” he chuckled, grinning cheekily up at her. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t know how many times I’ve said that today, but I need to say it more.”

“Pass me the bottle,” Carson held out her hand, dismissing his compliments. His amusement almost faltered, had she not been standing so close. His hands didn’t want to stop caressing at her sides. One more minute and her body would stop tensing. But her demand was clear and so he passed her the bottle. “Thanks.” She mumbled, popping open the lid, and squeezing its contents into her hand. She rubbed it into her hands and then into his shoulders. He didn’t look away when she repeated the same thing until he caught her hands. “Brian, I need to get your back before you burn.”

“Can you please relax?” He said almost pleadingly. “I know I disrupted your schedule. Everything. But I’m trying. I want you to come to me when you’re worried.”

Carson tensed again, shrugging out of his hold and rounding the beach chair, wanting to finish what he had asked before.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop talking, even if he couldn’t see her expressions on her pretty face. “I just need you to know that.”

“Okay,” she settled on to at once she was finished. He craned his neck to the side, to see that she hardly reacted to his apology. “What?”

“That’s it?” His eyes followed her as she began walking back to her chair.

She said nothing else, rolling her yes at anyone leering at her husband, frustrating her more. Brian didn’t press again. Despite the boiling sun and the raving locals, Carson didn’t care much to look around at the place she once loved.

And so when they returned to the villa, their arguments only crept up again, as the sun was bleeding into the horizon.

Her bikini and cover dropped onto their bedroom floor as he trailed after her in his trunks and flip-flops.

“You literally told me, everything I do is my job.”

Brian frowned, “I know.”

“You literally made me feel ungrateful,” she exclaimed, grabbing a hair band and pulling up her hair.

“I know and —“ Brian was cut off as she faced him, eyes simmering with rage.

“You don’t fucking know Brian. Do you know it feels like having a kid and you try and try and give her everything you never got and it feels like she doesn’t feel it? Like she doesn’t feel the love I feel?”

“What…” his breath hitched in his throat as his gaze darted over her contorted features.

She breathed out, “She likes you more than me.”

“She doesn’t.” Brian instantly denied.

“She liked you because you’re hardly around. Everyone loves the parent that isn’t really present.”

He couldn’t help but softly scoff, “Right.”

She groaned in annoyance, “What? Brian, you spend sometimes a week or two away from us. And when Jessie is finally asleep, and when Ultra is too, I don’t sleep. I can’t. I’m just alone.” She listed, feeling tears sting at her as she slumped against the wall they stood before, “Cleaning, washing, mopping, vacuuming, feeding, cooking, changing and then repeating it all over again.” Her throat felt raw, “I’m so fucking tired all the time and sometimes I just don’t want to be there. In that home. And sometimes… I don’t want…”

Brian’s blinking quickened when he caught on to her hesitant hints.

“What? To be a mom? To be my wife?”

“I guess,” her words escaped her before her mind could catch up.

Brian let out a shuddered breath, “Wow.”

“Don’t,” her jaw twitched, when she saw his downcast stare, “Don’t make me feel guilty. I already feel guilty enough.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” he assured, yet her admission was like shards piercing his heart.

Carson swallowed harshly as she anxiously folded her arms, “It disgusts me, Brian. To know that sometimes I just wanna not…”

“You’re human,” he defended, following her every move.

“I’m a mom. And a wife and sometimes it’s too much,” she confessed, tears dared to escape her glossy eyes.

“I should’ve realised sooner.” He took a step toward them, wincing at the harsh light cast over them. “You felt alone. You were alone and I’m sorry.” Apologies were tumbling from his lips. “But that’s gonna change baby. You’re my wife and mother of our baby girl. The love of my life. I won’t let you get away that easy. Okay?” He assured. No, he promised as he stepped closer to her, determined to make her know every word he said he meant. Their hands grazed each other whilst he continued, “Raising a kid is both our responsibilities. Our jobs. Not yours alone.”

Not yours alone… she wanted to trust him. She needed to. For her sanity. For their marriage. For their daughter. For their future.

And so she nodded.

“Not mine alone,” she uttered, exhaling quietly as their foreheads pressed together.

“Not yours alone,” he repeated.

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a/n:

I felt this continuation was needed. Plus I like the angst between them.

a = affection - brian is affectionate toward carson.

he loves to show her how much he cares and deeply listens to her, through the gifts he buys, or how he engages in conversations. he’s always actively listening. his cop background helps with that.

b = best friend — as a best friend, they would

bond first over their love of cars, or car designs. they’d meet at a street race. he’d be impressed by her driving and the detailing on her car, and potentially want her to design something for him or teach him some moves.

c = cuddles — brian loves to be holding carson.

cuddling, he’ll do usually whenever they’re in bed, or standing near each other. he’d be the big spoon, and sometimes, he’d lay on her chest, head on her breasts and breathing in her scent.

d = domestic — settling down is definitely on the

cards for them, however, neither would want to bring it up first. Instead, they just act like a married couple; cooking (carson cooks, brian cleans)

e = ending — if they were to break up up, carson

would be the one to do it. when discovers his lies, she would drop the entire relationship. brian would fight for them but she would just leave it.

f = fiancé — they’re committed to each other and

brian has imagined many times putting a ring on her finger, just as much as carson has envisioned wearing one.

g = gentle — emotionally… carson is the one to talk. she wears her heart on her sleeve.

brian is more reserved, keeping his feelings close to his chest. but physically, he’s gentle with her, treating her like a queen, he does the same.

h = hugs — they hug upon greeting and then

saying goodbye.

i = i love you — brian would want to say it first,

but carson would just blurt it out. she would be embarrassed, but he would immediately say it back, assuring her of his deep and intimate feelings for her.

j = jealousy — it’s obvious whenever brian is

jealous. it’s all over his face. he glares or scowls when he’s jealous. he asks or says stupid or inappropriate things.

k = kisses — kisses between brian and carson

start soft and cute, then get heated and passionate as the moment continues. neck kisses are carson’s favourite. secretly brian adores having his forehead kissed.

l = little ones — children would come up randomly.

brian knows how sensitive the topic is, especially since carson was abandoned by her mom, and left without a dad. he always thought she like be a great mom, but knows whenever they’re ready, it’ll happen. he would love to start a family with her.

m = morning — brian is always up first.

in the minutes or hours, he’s up before carson, he just lays with his arms wrapped around her, admiring her.

n = night — they fall asleep to music playing in the

background. brian would hear carson slowly get quieter as she tries telling him about their plans for the next day.

o = open — brian isn’t an open book.

it would take a lot for brian to tell carson details about his past. she’d respect it, yet she is curious about his childhood, his parents, and his old friends. something serious would have to happen for him to reveal anything. and even then, it would be a gradual process.

p = patience — brian only gets angry when he’s

protective over carson or feels like something is wrong, like he’s being disrespected; like another guy trying to hit on carson right in front of him. other than that he’s a pretty chill guy.

q = quizzes — brian doesn’t say it often, but he

would remember passing comments that carson would say. on their first date, she mentioned a car ornament that she wanted. weeks later and she was randomly gifted with it. he’s an attentive guy. he would rarely forget anything about carson.

r = remember — brian’s favourite moment about

his and carson’s relationship is them in the garage. they can be wrapped up in each others company and find themselves in either complete silence, or engaging in a conversation. and neither would notice anyone else, just each other.

s = security — brian is naturally protective. he’s a

cop, an undercover one, but a cop nonetheless. whether it’s an arm around carson’s shoulder, walking on the edge of the sidewalk or even just making sure she’s wearing a seatbelt when he’s driving, he’s gonna make sure she’s okay and safe. carson would protect brian by keeping close whenever they’re near people he doesn’t know. she would defend him always.

t = try — their dates would always be very

spontaneous, or planned them the day before. they’re thrill seakers, it’s in their veins. however, with gifts and every day tasks, they’d make sure each other knows they’re always listening and aware of what needs to be done or potentially bought.

u = ugly — brian’s anger is a bad habit of his.

carson would hate when he wouldn’t just say what’s wrong. he would take his frustrations out on her and make it feel like she’s at fault. carson can be similar, although her focus shifts if she feels upset and does not acknowledge when he’s trying to help.

v = vanity — they’re a pretty people, that’s it.

w = whole — brian couldn’t focus if he doesn’t

know if carson is okay or not. just one text would suffice and until then, he’s internally panicking.

x = xtra — he loves how put together she is.

how pink is her favourite colour and how good it effortlessly looks on her. he’d take picture of her whenever (with her permission of course,) she’s his screensaver.

y = yuck — he wouldn’t like blatant disrespect

or to be ignored. he loses it when carson doesn’t acknowledge him or just disregards him. if they’re gonna argue, he wants to argue not to leave it alone. (very hypocritical but oh well)

z = zzz — brian can sometimes talk in his sleep.

or sometimes can only sleep when his shirt is on carson. he loves to the feel of his sheets on her, before bed.

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a/n:

don’t know why this took so long to post

Carson narrowed her eyes at him, “Shut up.”

Brian rolled his eyes and grabbed her chin, bringing her gaze up to him.

“Drop it and talk to me correctly.”

Carson huffed, suppressing a smirk. His deep tone was everything.

“Fine,” she whined, pushing him away, “I hate when you do that.”

Brain chuckled, “and that’s why I do it. Now start again, tell me why you had an argument at the store…”

“We slept together, what was I thinkin’?” She hissed, pulling the sheets up to her chin, ignoring his tender gaze.

They were both naked and yet he was acting like it wasn’t a big deal… when it was a big fucking deal.

He tried to move closer, “It’s okay.”

“This is not okay, nah, this is far from okay.” She stumbled as she stood up, stuck between letting go of the sheet and tossing on a random piece of clothing that was already on the floor, “I was supposed to stay say from you. Do better be better, but I’m so fuckin’ naive god!”

“You’re not naive, you were drunk, we were drunk and it happened. It was good, better than good, great like it always was,” the images of last night that flashed through his head had him grinning like an idiot.

Carson scoffed, “Stop smilin’ this ain’t a good thing.”

“And why isn’t it? You enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t,” she lied.

His face fell, “Bullshit, the way you were screaming my —“

“ — stop it brian —“

“ — name, drove me crazy, hell the damn houseboat could’ve capsized,” he called out as she found her underwear and put it on, and quickly threw the sheet back at him, hoping he would cover up.

But the fucker didn’t.

“Shut up and help me find my shit. This isn’t a good thing. This is so fucked. I fucked the guy who ruined everythin’” she panicked, looking for the rest of her clothes, neglecting to see the anger forming on his face.

“Stop sayin’ that.”

She turned to him, half naked, “What? That you broke my heart, lied and messed with my head just for a job! It’s the truth.”

He stood up, “And you don’t think I’m not payin’ for that? The girl I love looks at me like a villian.”

“Stop sayin’ that,” she hissed, heart racing at his confession.

A year had gone by and he was still claiming he was in love.

“Why? ‘Cause you know that’s not a lie.” He shook his head when she tried to deny the truth, “And neither is this,” he motioned between them, they looked a hot mess, but she was gorgeous beyond compare. “Last night proved it. We might’ve been under the influence but you know it sure as hell was warranted. You wanted me, I wanted you. It was the truth back then and it’s the truth now.”

“Brian…” she trailed off, wanting to avert her gaze but remembered he wasn’t wearing a damn thing.

“Now there’s some shit going on today. I know you don’t wanna get caught up in it. I don’t want you two either but you need to stay with Suki and Tej. I can’t have you gettin’ hurt.”

“More police shit?”

“It’s Verone,” he opted to say, “Monica will be with him.”

“I don’t care about your new piece.”

His eyes doubled in size, “She’s not —“

“— I’ll be gone before she comes back. I promise. Now help me find my shit,” she pushed her braids away from her face as she scanned the badly lit room.

“Carson,” he tried reaching out but she backed away, “listen to me. Nothin’ is going on between me and her, nothin’.”

“I saw the way she was around you,” she huffed, shaking her head at his confused expression.

“And how was that?”

“It was the same way I was,” she confessed.

Monica looked giddy, whether it was steal or not she knew that was the Brian affect.

“But that doesn’t mean I like her. I never did,” he stated, hoping he was getting though to her.

“It was all a job right?” She pressed, and he stupidly nodded, “Like with me.”

“That’s different,” you’re different.

“Sounds the same,” she shrugged, “Just feel sorry for the girl.”

“For the love of god,” his voice rose, pinning her to her place, “Carson it’s not the same! None of this is the same. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my feelings for you. You’ve got me on the hook and you haven’t let me go, believe that. I love you so much, I wouldn’t be able to move on. So no, Monica is Monica. And if she’s flirtin’ with me, I shut it down.”

Carson didn’t know what to say, and that made her angry. Angry because she had dozens of things ready to say when she first saw him, but all that went out the window when she had some liquor in her system. Drinking with Brian used to be fun, and yesterday proved that it still was. But mixing feelings with alcohol was never a good thing.

“Okay.”

He reeled back at her response, “Okay? Just okay, after all of that?”

“What do you want me to say?” She rolled her eyes, “Brian you’re not wearin’ clothes, which means we’re not supposed to be havin’ this conversation.”

He tutted, “Fine, later, we have the conversation you’ve been avoiding fully dressed.”

“Don’t I get a say?” She threw out of her arms.

“I’m not gonna let you avoid it anymore. We’ve been going back and forth for months. And I’m not lettin’ you slip through my fingers again.”

The sincerity in his eyes made hers soften.

“You won’t stop tryin’ will you?” She breathed out, as he grabbed some boxers from the ground and put them on.

“Never,” he admitted, smiling slightly now he was getting through to her. “Shit will be goin’ down later today. So I promise when this shit with Verone is done for the day, we’ll talk. No alcohol, no sex, just talk.“

She raised a brow, “Just talk?”

“Just talk,” he promised, closing the distance between them.

She could feel the heat radiate of his toned body. She wanted to sneak a peak but she couldn’t give that easily… again.

“Okay,” she agreed, biting her lip.

“Good.” He wore a shit eating grin, “Now, you wanna come back to bed or you leavin’?”

It was 6am and she sure as hell wouldn’t go out at this time, not in Florida, nor would he let her so she nodded.

She bit on her bottom lip as she looked him up and down, “I guess I’ll come back to bed.”

He lowered back on to the bed and teased, “You want another round to help you sleep?”

“Shut up, you ain’t that good,” she snorted, falling next to him.

He laughed, “Now, who’s the liar.”

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“Carson, listen.”

“No, what is this? Why is he here,” she hissed, cutting off Dom’s attempt to soothe the situation. “He’s a fed Dom, or did you forget that?”

“I’m not the enemy,” Brian spoke for the first time, earning another harsh glare. It hurt to see him look at him in such a way. It brought back all the memories of her after finding out he was a cop. It was agony then and it’s heartbreaking now. “You can trust me.”

A bitter laugh escaped her.

“You gotta listen to me,” Dom stepped forward, “it’s not about him. It’s about Letty.”

“What did he do?” Carson scowled, “did he play a part in all of this? Did he hurt Letty?”

Dom run his hands over his face, “Jesus.”

“You think I would do that shit?” Brian stressed, his heart clenched at her accusation. “I would never hurt Letty.”

“Well she’s gone,” Carson replied, voice breaking. She turned away from him and looked to her Godbrother. “She’s gone Dom. Mia and Keelie are coming soon. I doubt they wanna see him here.”

Brian didn’t know what to say. She was as beautiful as ever and she hated him. Understandable. But the situation was bigger than them. Braga was bigger than them.

“I like your hair,” he blurted out, taking the squabbling Godsiblings by surprise.

His eyes assessed every change to her face and body in the last 5 years. She wasn’t the smiley person he once knew and of course he was partially to blame. She wasn’t wearing pink, not even in her accessories, it was all black. She made it work, how could she not? It was Carson. The woman who used to be his.

She uttered, “It’s a wig.”

“Still…”

She scoffed, “Nice chat.”

She went to leave the room but a hand reached out.

“Sonny wait.”

She swivelled on her heel, jabbing a finger I his chest, “Don’t. I mean this in the most threatening way. If you ever call me Sonny again, I’ll drive your little fed badge so far up your ass you’ll be breathing copper for the rest of your life.” Her threat had his eyes doubling in size. Dom stifled a laugh in the corner of the room. “Cool? Cool.”

“Carson you need to chill,” Dom tried despite himself.

Carson shook her head, stepping away from the blonde, “I don’t gotta do a Goddamn thing. You brought him here, ‘cause he claims to know what happened to Letty? It’s on you if you believe that but I don’t. He’s a snitch, he’s a liar and he fucked up our lives.”

“You don’t gotta get along,” Dom paused, “but we need you.”

“Bullshit.”

“You think I would’ve bring him here if I knew how bad it was gonna hurt you? You’re my sister. Just like Mia. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Not like what happened to Letty. Braga is the target not O’Conner. Once it’s done you don’t gotta see him again.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, reluctantly taking everything in he said. She didn’t know what to do. It hurt to be around Brian. He broke her heart. The family was split. Jesse was gone and she couldn’t let anything happen to the people she loved.

Not anymore.

“Carson c’mon,” Dom’s voice dragged her from her thoughts.

“Sonny…” Brian regretted speaking the moment her hand launched out and collided with his face. “Shit!”

Dom didn’t say a damn thing and let her walk off.

“I’m in, but tell buster to stay in his lane!” She called out.

Brian rubbed on his blotchy cheek, turning to Dom who shrugged.

“You’re lucky all you got was a slap.”

a/n:

I was bored and decided to write their reunion. Obviously 5 years has passed so our girl has changed. I was thinking about making it into a 3 parter. Them meeting again, then Carson and Brian getting back together and the last would be their ending, considering I’m not doing the other films.