[Fireplace]
They migrated to the wool rug just behind the hearth rug protecting them from the embers escaping the fire. Like moths, their attention was on the dance of fire cascading over them with warmth and entrancing beauty.
Jane blinked rapidly, "So–Sanders. I think it's a good time to interrogate you~"
Bo glanced at her, "What do you mean by interrogate?"
"She means, you should tell where you're from, do you have a criminal record, or a secret kid..." She paused to study his reaction." If so, tell us now and I might just kick your balls once." She added.
"Well–Since you so kindly encouraged me...I have no kid one, I'm a law-abiding citizen, and three, I'm not originally from New York. "
"Where were you from then?" Faith nudged him with a bitten cookie.
"I'm from Vermont." He replied.
"Interesting~" Jane hummed. "How's your relationship with your parents?"
"...My mom's a hippie and dad was non-existent. He shrugged," Mama raised me in a trailer near Maple trees and aggressive squirrels. "
"Wait, your mom was a hippie? Like barefoot and beads?" Faith questioned.
"Yes. That's why she named me Bo."
"I thought she named you after the baseball player. " Jane teased.
"The first time I saw a TV was when I was 14 working at the Deli."He chuckled softly, "Mr Jones loved watching the Yankees. I hate that team." He rolled his eyes.
"Hey! Take that back !" Bobbi warned.
"No."
"The Yankees are the greatest franchise to exist. "
"Name five players currently?" Jane intersected."
"Jane? You're supposed to be on my side!" Bobbi growled, her freckles blooming.
"Sorry, Red, I couldn't care less about men hitting a ball at 100 miles per hour or their weird ass smacking rituals. "
"It's called sportsmanship !"
"Whatever you say~"
"You–"
Bo ruffled her hair, "You a baseball fan Bobbi?" He teased.
She swatted his hand away, "No idiot, I'm just a supportive New Yorker." She grumbled.
"Stop ganging up on Bobbi. " Faith pouted.
"Thanks, Faith." Bobbi smiled graciously.
"I'm the only one who gets to diss her New York. " Faith boasted.
"You–brat."
The teasing continued until late into the night, and the smell of ash barely registered in their minds as the hot chocolate Bo whipped up was intoxicating.
Bo chuckled into a sip, "So, Jane. Why did you drop out?"
"Hmmm", She pondered. "My rehearsed answer would be to find better opportunities but honestly...I just couldn't stand my course or my parents no more." She sighed. "Now I have you, Bo. There are no refunds on me you here? We're bound until eternity ~" She emphasised every word with the click of her tongue.
"Of course honey." He smirked, not fighting her claims." And you Bobbi?"
Bobbi had her eyes on her empty cup, glancing at Faith who was snuggling to Bo's side." After our parents...I-I opened the shop and invested the rest of the inheritance in Faith's tuition." She muttered, voice cracking at the end.
Bo pulled her close to his right, "Hey–It's ok. You're a great sister and amazing lover~"
"Bo!" She shrieked, "Don't say that during comforting!" She punched his chest.
"Ouch, Bobbi. "He chuckled, arm around her," I was being supportive. "
"Supportive my a**! " She snapped, clutching his waist with enough force to hurt."Just shut up and keep me warm." She mumbled into his side.
"It's impressive how you've tamed her Bo~" She crossed her arms, pressing her back to his chest as he rested his chin on her head.
"You're a hippie baby from Vermont? Is that why you became a Carpenter?"
"Yeah, as soon as I was able to chop wood, I dedicated my life to it. Just wanted Ma to have a good life that didn't include baths in the waterfall or nature's toilets. "He shivered in thought.
"Aww–that's so cute Bo~" Faith swooned. "You're her woodland miracle. "
"Pfft–that's a good one Faith." Jane giggled.
Bobbi couldn't stop her grin, "You're really something Faith."
"What? I'm being serious!" She huffed. "You guys are just A-holes."
"She curses like a PG-rated show." Jane cackled fully.
"I can't stand you, Jane." Freckles gritted.
"I love you too Faith~"
Their giggles filled the fireplace, occasional jabs and squeals at Bo's outlandish stories of subway interactions and annoying clients.
The cabin was their escape from New York.
Warning :
Next chapter is a smut.