A Broken Promise // Jenny & Ryan
It was only two years of marriage, but it was definitely an intense two years. Jenny had thought she knew what it was like already, having dated Ryan for about three years before they got hitched. She was wrong. Really, really wrong. Especially with the birth of Sarah Grace--especially with where Ryan was when Sarah was being born. Yeah...that was hard.
She knew when he had promised her to be safe, to be all right, he'd break his promise. He was too much of a cop. Javier, Beckett, and even Writer-Boy Castle were all his partners. Just as Ryan would take any call at any time for her, he'd do the same for them. Every one of them.
Did it make Jenny feel inferior at times? Of course. As a little girl, she hadn't imagined sharing her husband with three other people, but that was the man she married. And Jenny loved him anyway.
Jenny set little Sarah Grace down in the crib at her mother's place. Her phone rang--unknown number.
She answered it just as she closed the door.
"Jenny Ryan," she answered, heading down the stairs.
The news nearly brought her to her knees.
"What the hell do you mean my husband was shot?"