Rosa's pov
I was seated in Norman's car as we were already on our way back home. My fingers kept on playing with the diamond stone that was resting comfortably on the silver ring.
"What's wrong barbie?" He asked, looking very concerned.
"You know that normal couples don't give each other pet names like barbie and an asshole, right?"
"You know that we aren't normal couples, right?" He asked me back.
"Just keep your eyes on the road. I don't want to end up in a f*****g hospital bed", I said chuckling.
"Whatever...", he rolled his eyes while I turned on the radio.
I kept on changing the channel until I stumbled on one where Honey, I'm good by Andy Grammar was playing and I started singing along.
***
We finally got home. It was 11pm now and the sheriff's car was outside my house.
