[ WP ] You found out that your wife is a secret agent that was ordered to protect you because your offspring would become the saviour of mankind .

`` Nat, get in the car,'' I complain, fiddling with my keys. My wife, for some reason or another, shakes her head. 
 
 `` We can not. There is another ride coming,'' she insisted. 
 
 `` I did n't take out a loan for a car to *not* drive it, Nat,'' I gesture her into the Prius, trying to work out whether I should be using the button or the metal key. Both were called keys, for some assuredly good reasons. `` Did you call an Uber or something?'' At this point, Nat tackled me to the ground. 
 
 `` Dammit Nat, I appreciate you trying to liven up the relationship, but asphalt is a bad place to-'' I cut out as gunfire sprayed through the car windows, covering us in a shower of glass shards. 
 
 `` Oh this is going to be terrible for my insurance,'' I complained, as we huddled behind the car. 
 
 `` Should n't you be more concerned about our imminent doom?'' she yelled back over the gunfire. 
 
 `` They ca n't be after us,'' I chided, as the gunfire died down. `` I have n't done anything all that bad.'' 
 
 `` You are an idiot, Mark,'' she sighed, drawing the stun gun from her handbag. A heavyset man in a balaclava walked around the car, and was promptly tazed onto the ground by my wife. 
 
 `` I love your independence,'' I commented, watching the writhing fat man. Nat sighed again. 
 
 A motorcycle howled down the narrow confines of the carpark, and Nat dragged me onto my feet. I caught a brief glimpse of the driver, before he fell onto the asphalt at high speeds, blood bursting from his chest. 
 
 `` Huh, he made some bad life choices,'' I called out, as we hopped onto the motorbike. Nat punched me in the arm, as we rode out of the dingy three-storey carpark. 
 
 `` I do n't know how you're supposed to be Adam,'' she sighed, as the Harley growled beneath us. She drove rather riskily, careening through the traffic, swerving through all the lanes. 
 
 `` Yeah, my name's Mark,'' I pointed out to her. 
 
 She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that competed with the motorbike for dominance. 
 
 `` Mark... my name's Natasha,'' she explained, bringing the motorbike to a stop. `` I'm a Russian spy,'' she said to me, with a straight face. 
 
 `` Nat, if you killed a man to make our bedroom more interesting, I am both afraid and aroused,'' I warned. She shook her head in resignation again, but this time with that cute little smile of hers. The one that said, *'I ca n't stay mad at you, Mark, you dingus.'* 
 
 `` You're the man who's going to give birth to the saviour of humanity, Mark,'' she explains, leaning against a girder. Her red hair looks fantastic in the setting sun. `` They picked me to guard you because I was in love with you already.'' 
 
 `` I do n't see the big deal,'' I shrugged. `` Let's go make some babies!'' 
 
 `` Mark... the saviour of humanity is your child,'' she looks about ready to break. `` Not mine.'' 
 
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 Edit: Forgot to plug my sub. /r/poiyurt It's my babeh. My Russia-saving magic babeh.
