a glimmer of hope

36.

Season 6 x 09
Sock Puppets

i threw my luggage in the trunk of car, getting into the backseat.
i strapped avra in her car seat.
peter went off.
it was early in the morning. the sun had just rose. i still couldn't think straight. i mean, from last night.
"the body of that man wasn't there this morning" i whispered
"maybe fucking dar came and got him"
peter was angry. i could tell.
"i can't believe he of all people would do this to you"
dar was like quinn's dad. he practically raised him.
he shook his head.
"i don't wanna talk about it"
i looked out of the window.
the police were already making their way over to the house. neighbours must've reported the shots.
"how's your shoulder?"
"bullet grazed me"
"i'm glad you're okay" i said
"i'll look at it once we're out of here" i added
he nodded his head.
"where did you find it?" he asked after a hit of silence.
"it was an old gun of yours, brought it just in case"
he took his eyes off of he road, and looked at me.
"you fucking saved my life, cass"
"he could've killed me and the baby too" i nodded
"you know i'd you anything for you quinn, right?"
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we pulled up to a city hall, i got out of the car, zipping my coat up. peter held onto the baby as we went inside.

after signing a bunch of paperwork, we were finally able to answer the last question.
"do you, cassandra ariti take peter quinn as your husband?"
"i do" i nodded
"congratulations, husband and bride"
i smiled, pressing my lips into his.
the representative handed us our license, i put it into the folder with our id.
peter held onto avras car seat as we walked back into the car.
"are we dying?" i asked quinn
"we're not fucking dying, i did this so we don't die"
he shook his head.
"i was thinking about what you said the other night"
"and if i come close to dying again, you know what i want, cassandra"
"i'm your husband now"
"i love you, quinn"
"i know you do, cass"
"and i love you too"
"we have to go dump this car someplace"

i was peter quinn's wife now.
it was so spontaneous. i understood why, though.
there had been so much death the last year. this and avra were two things that felt really right amongst all the bad.
we drove down the highway, getting closer to the city.
it was already dark outside, somehow. time went by fast today.
the baby was pretty cranky since she'd been in her car seat most of the day. except for the near mile we had to walk to find a rental car.
we pulled up to a hotel no more than ten minutes later.
i pulled my bag out from the trunk, throwing it over my shoulder. then, i came around the car. peter rolled down his window, i tilted my head.
"you're not coming?"
"i'll be there in about an hour" he nodded
"where are you going, quinn?"
"i have to go find something out"
"don't die" i whispered, he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"i'm not going to"
i looked him in the eyes. i was worried.
"promise me that"
"i promise, cass" he whispered.