The Italian Job One Shot

This type of heist wasn't something that you had been a part of before, as you weren't there when John was a part of everything, but you were there now as Charlie was your husband and you weren't letting him go into it all without you.

Charlie had decided that you were going to be with him in his mini, Handsome Rob and Left Ear would be in the white one and Stella was going to be driving her red one whilst Lyle was at the airport.

However, before all of that was going to happen, the cars had to be de-cluttered so that they could both carry the weight of the gold and go fast.

You were sat on Rob's work bench whilst he sorted out his tools "I thought these were Wrench's" you said as you picked up a tool from the box.

Rob laughed and shook his head, "Afraid not Love, Wrench was borrowing mine" he told you as he took it back.

"So he comes to help us and doesn't even bring his own tools, my type of guy" you joked which caused Rob to laugh again.

A cough was heard from behind you, "And who is your type of guy, exactly?" you heard your husband's amused voice come as he walked in front of you.

"And this is my cue to leave" Rob started to back away as he spoke, "Remember you two, no babies, not until this is over" Rob warned with a smile on his face, laughing as he backed off.

You and your husband started to laugh also, and Charlie stepped forward to stand in between your legs, placing his hands on your waist "You're married to me Sweetheart, don't go straying" Charlie stated with a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Well you're the thief, you'd just come and get me again" you commented.

Charlie narrowed his eyes at you and then chuckled, "I'm not a thief" he stated with a pout on his face.

"That's what they all say, and that they're fine just before they have to go and do stuff" you explained to him, and your husband just smiled at you.

"Do you know what fine stands for?" he asked, just like he always did as that was the question that came with saying you were fine – kind of a motto between your small group.

You giggled and nodded your head, "Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional" you spoke with a smirk on your face.

Charlie leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, "That's my girl"

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Written by Hannah.