MY FIANCE IS A WHAT NOW?

MY FIANCE IS A WHAT NOW? (redo) pt.8

Sorry it too so long. But here you go. Enjoy ^ ^

Pt. 8

-Morning-

The First thing James and I did when we woke up was talk. Talk about his job to be more specific. And to be more specific his job as an assassin. It still shocks me when he confess the news to me. And yeah I confess too, I didn't take the news very well. So here I am getting more information from my Fiance/ father of my child about tracking down and killing top-rated criminals. This would be good.

"So you've been all around the world to kill bad guys?"

"No, not the whole world. The government think it's a little dangerous to go to some of the countries."

"Oh I see."

"Yep and every city, sate, or country I've been to, I always brought you a gift."

"Even from Paris?!" I practically screamed.

"Mhmm."

My smile widened as I remember the beautiful necklace he got for me. He told me that he bought it from Kay's Jewelry store, but oh well. Paris is way better. After an awkward pause I asked, "Sooo, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"

"Well, uh..more like show you." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the house and into the Back house.

It seems like forever since I have been in here. 4 tall glass windows that look over the beautiful scenery of our back yard, glistening chandliers that hung from the ceiling, beautiful all white grand piano that sat away from the furniture and the wooden floor that waxed and polished perfectly, almost as if I could see my reflection.

"What is it that you have to show me in here?"

James dropped my hand and walked over to an elegant painting that hung on the wall. He took it down, exposing a combination lock. As he turned the knob to the correct numbers, I heard something opening and hum. Some parts of the floor split and numerous of tables rise, exposing tables covered with massive...GUNS?! I noticed it was getting dark and saw that the tall glass windows were now block by shelves full of army guns, snipers, swords and knives, and Bazookas.

As everything was set in place, the room fell silent, hearing nothing but the humming of the energy that powers the blue light that glows over the guns on the shelves. I analyzed the new atmosphere, surrounded by nothing but weapons. James walked towards me, seeing how surprise and amaze I am.

How the hell did all of this get in here? I thought the back house was suppose to be a place for guest, or when ever I get really, really piss at James and he would have to sleep in here for the night. But it seems that its more than that. It's also part gun house too.

"Well, say something."

"Hmmm." I say tapping my chin thinking. "Where have I seen all of this before?"

"What?"

"Bingo!! Mr. and Mrs. Smith." II say pointing at him as soon as the idea came to mind.

"No. This is nothing like Mr. and Mrs. Smith. That movie is completely fake."

"Not really. The way this room is set up and you hiding things from me like Brad Pitt did,"

"Yeah, but Angelina was an assassin too so he wasn't the only one hiding something.

I glared at him as if he insulted me. "I'm nothing like Angelina Julie so don't dare compare me to her."

"I'm not. I'm not. Getting back on the subject, What do you think?"