MR & MRS FORD | @qsmusings
Growing up Silas Vine always believed that he would become exactly like his parents. To live a life of adventure, danger, and excitement. The thrill of risking your life to protect the world seemed to be the greatest achievement for him. Especially when fancy suits, numerous weapons, and top of the line vehicles were involved. Not to mention, sharing such adventure with the love of your life seemed to be the cherry on top. However, when his dream of becoming a spy came true, that idea of perfect life pulled up on a detour upon meeting Sun.
The beautiful stranger turned his life upside down the moment the two locked eyes. She was a dream that he hadn’t know existed and for the first time in his life, he wanted something normal. Over a period of time, normal is what he had achieved. It didn’t take long for the two to fall in love and eventually get married. Truthfully, asking Sun to marry him was the best decision Silas had ever made. However, the agency always seemed to come first and despite how much guilt he had felt, their marriage was built on lies. The truth of who he truly was could never come out, because it was impossible to believe that his wife would be okay with him being an internal spy. Which was why he had created the identity of Silas Ford, a British software developer, now living in a suburb outside of New York City with his beautiful wife. It wasn’t the life that he had pictured for himself, but it was a life he wanted more than anything.
A few days prior, Silas had received a message regarding a new mission. His target was an assassin that the agency had lost track of for years and only recently had their name resurfaced. Which meant that Silas Ford would be going away for a few days to help install a new software at a foreign company. With his flight leaving in a few hours, he decided to do something special for his wife. Walking down the stairs with a perfectly wrapped box behind his back, Silas saw Sun in the kitchen. “Morning beautiful.” He stated with a cheerful smile plastered over his features. “Is the coffee brewing? Your constant kicking kept me up all night.” A teased was shot her way as he leaned up against the kitchen island, continuing to hide the present.
