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53.

Bonnibel had turned in for the night, or at least she'd like to think so. If turning in meant cradling yourself on your side, tucked into the sweltering warmth of a duvet with an ache in both your heart and your head then she was sure in for the night. Bonnibel had yet to face her wrongs from the past, at least verbally, as if the constant ache in her head wasn't a reminder enough. To be so dumb as to disregard her pregnancy and drink a beer out of genuine distaste for her personal life was dangerous for not only her mental health, but the personal health of the child that sprouted within her. Bonnibel grasped the small swelt of her stomach, grazing her thumb along the swollen abdomen. "I'm sorry," she whispered, letting it fall silent in the dead of night. Only when an array of soft pitters hit the wood of her door did she halt the sweet whispers she spoke to her stomach. Throwing her legs over the bed Bonnibel stood to her feet, unlocking the door and being greeted by Keila, as awake as ever, arms positioned in the frame of the door. "God Keila do you know what time it is?" She asked, rubbing her drowsy eyes. It's not like she could sleep anyway. "My bad it's just there's someone here to see you," she tilted her head towards the living room. At this late of our? Maybe it was Shoko? As acquainted as they'd gotten over the course of time Bonnibel had worked the diner, it still seemed odd to be showing up in the ams of morning. Gently brushing past Keila, Bonnibel entered the living room, dismay filling her senses at who sat in the living room. "Bonnie," Marcy muttered softly, no time to react as the girl surged forward and into her arms. Bonnibel could've reacted at the way she flinched when she moved towards her but she was far to indulged in the feel of her lover. Bonnibel was quick to wrap herself around her girlfriend, arms finding their way around her waist and head being tucked into the crook of her neck. There she breathed in her unique smell of cigarettes and pine trees, clawed at the jean jacket grasped in her palm, rejoiced in the mutual return of the hug, anything to prove to her that she was here, That Marceline was really in her arms. She couldn't help but pull back at the soft sound of whimpers, her hands quickly finding purchase on the cheeks of her partner. "Hey hey hey, I'm right here," she stared deeply into those eyes clouded with conflict as Marceline cried, holding the wrist and hands that held her face. "Marcy honey what happened to your cheek?" Marceline sniffled, what ever she found funny not finding leverage within Bonnibel. "It doesn't matter. I came here to see you one last time before I go." At that Bonnibel froze, whatever frantic energy present quickly being absorbed by fear. "Marceline what are you talking about?" Marcy gave her one hard look, long enough to leave her dazed before she pulled her hands back, settling them on her hips. "This is the address I gave my dad... the officers are on their way to come get me. I came to say goodbye." With that declaration, from the back near the rooms Keila finally perked up, confusion drawn all over her face. "Marceline what are you talking about? Bonnibel what does she mean?" Marceline could only look back sorrowfully. She was going to tell her, she really was, but any words ready to leave her mouth got caught in her throat as the sound of sirens erupted outside the trailer. Marcy could only shake her head. "Thank you for keeping her safe when I couldn't Keila. I owe you one." Beyond Keila, Marcy directed herself back to Bonnibel. "Fugitive Marceline Abadeer! Come out with your hands where we can see them!" "I love you," she whispered softly, daring to ignore the commands given and tuck her head low, dipping down to meet Bonnibels lips in what could only be described as a passionate kiss, her tears staining her cheeks. "Marceline please don't do this. We can run again. Who knows how long you'll get for this," she cried, her eyes begging to find any sort of  compliancy  inside her girlfriend. "I've fucked up big time Bonnibel, there's no taking back what I've done. I've fucked over the people that meant the most to me, including you. I've dragged you all the way out here to the middle of bum fuck no where and abandoned you. You need to go home where you can get help with the baby and I need help that I can't get on my own. I can't keep doing this. I'm sorry." Marceline stepped backward, removing herself from the overwhelming presence of home that Bonnibel carried and exiting the door of the trailer, greeted by the flashing array of red and blue cop cars and a single black mustang and another unknown truck tucked behind them. In the crowd of officers was her father, who waited patiently as ordered by the police until the cuffs were secured around her wrist to approach her, walking along side her as she was escorted to into the back seat of the cruiser by the cop. "Don't worry Marcliene, I'm gonna handle this alright? You just stay out and do as they say and I'll take care of it once we get back to town." For the first time since her mother died Marceline saw something on her fathers face that wasn't blank. Remorse, clear as day in his eyes and trembling in his voice. Marceline shook her head, the onslaught of tears dribbling down her cheek, unable to wipe. "Just make sure Bonnibel gets back to town. She had nothing to do with this." The man could only batter his attention to the police officer. "That won't be necessary sir, we already have a blood relative of the minor on the scene as of now. She'll be taken back to the station where she'll be called in for questioning." Marceline could only sulk in shame. In no way did Marceline wish for Bonnibel to go back to town with her uncle and under no right did she have the ability to make that call for her. But in the end it was for the best. The officer closed the door in the face of Hudson as he murmured reassuring words to his daughter about how he'll be close behind. Marceline eased back into the cushion of the cruiser, eyes skittering beyond the barbed metal of the guarded window and to Bonnibel as the car drifted out of the trailer park. Home was a long ways back.

(Ahhhhh! Finally after two long years I've returned! I've spent my time away from here struggling during the pandemic but I'm finally glad to be back. Sorry to keep you guys hanging  for so long but I just had to wrap up the last chapter of this series so I can announce the exiting news of a sequel!! I'm far from done with Marceline and Bonnibel and I will be continuing their story in my upcoming sequel so stay tuned for that! I really hope you guys enjoyed this story and what I plan to do next :))