Matched

Tyrel looked down at her. "I don't want you to leave. I'd fight for you." He said stroking her cheek. "I want to go find Amanda myself."

"YOu can't."

"But no one else is finding her. I want to go and find her and bring her back. I need my baby, just as much as I need you."

Katy stared at him. "You can't." she choked.

"K- I have to." he said.

"What if you get shot again? Wh-" she took a deep breath and continued. "What if you don't find her? What if they find us? What about if they kill you?" she asked, "I couldn't live if they killed you I'd have nothing left."

"You'd have Amanda back." he said, he was getting frusterated, just like she was.

"You couldn't promise that." she told him. "Just like we can't prove my father did this." she said. "It's an impossible turn every which way we look." she bit her lip.

Tyrel frowned and took a deep breath. "Then what the hell are we supposed to do?" He demanded. "I'm tired of sitting around and wiating for them to find her. I'm tired of that stupid job when we could easily live off what we get from the construction company."


*I've nothing, I'm sorry*

**:/ me either**

"Maybe we should go looking for her." she said. "But where do we look?"

"I'd find a way to look at your dad's first." He sighed. "But I don't know if we could go down there. We'd have to find a way to see." He ran a hand through his hair.


*grrr*

Katy looked up at him, "I'll go."

"Over my dead body, just because he wanted me dead doesn't mean he doesn't want you dead too." Tyrel growled.

"I know, I know. But I want my baby back. I don't want him raising her. She belongs with us." Katy said.

Katy looked up at him, "I'll go."

"Over my dead body, just because he wanted me dead doesn't mean he doesn't want you dead too." Tyrel growled.

"I know, I know. But I want my baby back. I don't want him raising her. She belongs with us." Katy said.

Tyrel growled. "Fine, but I'm going to be near watching you."


*Tears, I've nothing*

"You can be-" She started

"You not going unless I'm there." he growled.

"what if he doesn't have her? What if it's someone else who does? You would have blown your cover for no reason." she said.

**Meh***

"I don't care. I don't want you going on your own. I refuse for you to do that." He frowned.



*UGH!*

Her stomach hurt and she had no idea how to argue with him, she was running out of ideas to keep him away.

"Alright you can come, but you don't get out of the car, if they ask your my..."

"Lover?" he raised his eyebrows.

she laughed. "Yeah, that."

Tyrel laughed and smiled. "That works. "

"You CAN"T get out." She said firmly.

"We should probably shave my hair or something so I don't look the same. I don't have the tan I had before, so that's fixed. But we should shave my hair or I should grow a beard."

She looked at his hair and looked at him. "Don't even think about shaving your head." she growled. "We'll just dye it and change your eye color to contacts." she said.

He laughed. "I like the hsaving my head the shaving my head thing so much better." he grinned.

"Well if you do I'll never kiss you again. So choose your new hair color."

Tyrel laughed. "THen I'll have to dye my beard if I grow one too." He smiled.

"What color?" She hissed.

"Blond." He replied as he streched out on the couch trapping her under his back and head. He made sure he didn't lay on her so that it woudl hurt her. "YOu going to dye it?"

"I dyed my own didn't I?" she rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm going to do your hair."

"You dyed your hair?" he asked.

"Yes, it wasn't naturally black." she put one hand on her hip. "and hell no, you are NOT growing a beard." she laughed.

"I''m a grown man."

"You do you die." she glared.