It was late already, Vienna had just fell asleep after eating dinner and you were barley even awake since it was past 12 and Corey still hadn’t came back to the flat. He said he had to go pick up some stuff for “work” and by work he definitely meant something he could sell, something he could get a deal out of, like drugs. Of course you were very keen on the idea but at this point and after so many years you had learnt to deal with it, deal with him.

You were sitting in the couch, it was uncomfortable and the leather was cracking beneath you as you took a sip from your tea, you wanted to stay awake and wait for him, ask him why he got home so late, tell him that Vienna had been crying because he didn’t give her a good night kiss. The tv was on, a stupid football match he had left on.

The door opened and you looked towards the door, Corey walked in while smiling with a big duffel bag, you stood up, leaving the tea cup on the table. “It’s so fucking late, Corey! What were you doing?” You asked, almost screaming at him.

Corey rolled his eyes, leaving the bag on the floor and opening it, you walked to see..finding a brand new carbine gun next to a glock, he already had a small gun he kept locked up since you made him, but this was different. “Look at this beauty.” He said, showing his new guns off, you couldn’t believe that he dared to bring this home, knowing you both had a 4 year old at home.