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Michael
Youll need to make sure you get to the house by six if you want to make it on
time for dinner, my father said tiredly. You know how your mother gets when
you dont show up on time.
I winced.
Its as if she hadnt been married to a doctor for the last thirty years.
I cant name one single time that my father got to any event on time, whether it
be a birthday, vacation, sporting event, graduation, or hell, even a fucking birth.
Not one time had I seen her lose it over my father being late, but her baby boy
was late and suddenly the whole world stopped.
Ill try to be on time, I told him. But Im not promising anything. I have to work
until five thirty; it takes nearly thirty minutes to get to your house from the
station. And thats if I leave on time. I told her to make sure she held the party
later, but she wouldnt listen.
Joslin wanted six, my father told me hesitantly, opening the door to his office.
And thats when Dean could be there.
I squeezed my hands tightly into fists, trying my hardest to not punch a hole in
the wall with my fist.
Dean was at least my fuckin brother, and I could understand why hed have to
be there.
It was as if my mom didnt care that Joslin was no longer married to me. Usually
the family chooses the child over the childs ex.
We were together for a little over a year and a half when I found out shed
cheated.
Granted, the reason shed cheated had been my fault, or so shed said, but that
still didnt give her the right to do that to me.
The nearest unit is needed at 5543 Pleasant Circle. Possible double homicide,
the dispatcher ordered.
Gotta go, dad. Ill try my hardest to get there on time, but Im not promising
anything, I told him.
He nodded, looking for the world like he was upset that he hadnt said what he
had to say, and shook my hand before saying, Be safe.
Once in the Navy, Id continued my schooling. After Id finished, and then got
medically discharged due to some slight nerve damage in my left foot from a
bomb exploding, did I decided that the medical field wasnt really something I
was much interested in anymore.
Immensely.
My mother was a nurse. My father was a doctor. My brother was a doctor, and
my sister was a nurse.
They couldnt see past the fact that I was happy. They could only see the
millions of dollars I was flushing down the drain to be a SWAT officer.
Not to mention they were hardcore Democrats, and I was most definitely not.
My mind, however, screeched to a halt as I saw her.
Nikki.
She had long, rich brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and stunning caramel skin.
A dark gray color that, although it should look incredibly ugly, didnt.
She was a phlebotomist and on the IV team. A licensed paramedic that worked
as a tech in the ER. She went around doing IVs throughout the hospital, but
mostly stayed down in the ER where she was needed the most.
She was also studying to be a midwife, and from what Id learned from Nico, her
brother and another member of the SWAT team, she was well on her way to
graduating.
She was in love with me, tooor had been when wed first met.
I was bi-polar.
Yet, there were timeslike when I told Nikki that I didnt want to have kids with
her that the asshole slipped through, and took hold of innocent people,
tearing apart relationships as collateral damage.
I had ADD.
And swear to Christ I didnt want to put a kid through that.
But I was Nikkis, even if Nikki wasnt mine. At least not anymore.
And I didnt want a woman like Nikki, someone so pure of heart, to have to deal
with my shit. Because there sure the fuck was a lot of it.
Watching her until she went inside, I finally pulled out of the parking lot and
responded to the suspected double homicide.
And once again it reemphasized the fact that some people really shouldnt have
kids.
Pulling into the yard that housed a double wide trailer, I walked up to the front
door where an elderly couple was standing.
The old man had his hands wrapped around the old womans shoulders, and he
was holding her comfortingly.
As if, if he were not careful, she might very well fall apart.
The land surrounding the trailer was clean and well kept.
Flowers lined the sides of the mobile home with red bricks surrounding the
flower bed.
A bass boat sat to the side underneath an awning, with a trailer that had two
four wheelers on the back ready to ride to the dear lease at a moments notice.
An infant swing swung on the front porch, being pushed by nothing more than
the wind.
The moment I got within speaking distance, both of them started speaking at
once.
Theyre dead! The woman cried, covering her mouth with her hand.
Shot her, and then himself, the man said gruffly. The baby too. We didnt
touch anything.
Bile already making the climb up my throat, I said, Please go stand next to my
cruiser.
He had a Marine Corps tattoo on his right forearm, and what distinctly
resembled a knife wound just above that.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold of the mobile home, and
immediately turned around to lose my lunch over the side of the porch.
Taking a few deep breaths, I said a silent prayer, and once again stepped over
the threshold.
This time I was able to move past the child that was in front of a sliding glass
door across the room to the man that crumpled against the far counter.
He was on his ass, a revolver had fallen just to the right of his hand.
He had a large hole at the top of his head where the bullet had exited.
Moving past him, I saw the legs of a woman on the other side of the island.
Walking carefully into the room, I skirted around the island and closed my eyes
the moment I saw the woman.
She was beautiful. Long blonde hair laid around her in a halo. Cute skirt and
skin tight top clinging closely to a very pregnant belly.
Although I knew it was futile, I checked for a pulse on each of the parents.
But Rigor Mortis had already set in; I knew they were gone the moment my
fingers met their skin.
Really not wanting to check the child, but knowing I had to do it anyway, I
walked carefully over to the baby.
He was dressed in a red onesie that had little puppy dog prints on it.
His little feet were covered in a tiny pair of red socks, and I found myself
thankful.
His and his mothers were mingling, and you couldnt tell whose was whose.
But as my fingers met his cool skin, and I felt the rapid beat of his pulse, my
whole body froze in shock.
He was alive!
Mother fucker.
Scooping him up, I placed him gently over my shoulder and started sprinting out
the door.
I was thankful as hell to see that Bennett, another member of the SWAT team
and fellow officer, was pulling into the driveway.
I ran to his passenger side door, fell inside, and said, Drive!
He drove, and the last thing I saw before I turned my attention to the little boy in
my arms was the horrified looks on the two elderly people as we peeled out of
the driveway, spraying dirt and gravel in our wake.
Why arent we waiting for the ambulance? Bennett yelled, taking a corner
going way too fast.
Because were two minutes tops from the hospital, and itll take the ambulance
at least five to get to where we are. Its easier and faster to drive, and this baby
may not have that long, I told him honestly.
Chapter 2
Damaged women are strong. And crazy. Dont forget crazy.
-Coffee Cup
Nikki
I looked up from the man I was currently getting an IV on, and raised by brows
at her in question.
Nikki, Paxtons going to get that IV for you. I need a hand. Now, Lennox
ordered.
Handing off the IV for Paxton to tape and finish up, I patted the mans hand and
hurried around the foot of the bed.
My first indication that something was seriously wrong was when I walked into
the room and saw a mans black booted feet at the end of the exam table
bending over the foot of the end of the gurney.
But what really gave me pause was the fact that the man wore long sleeves.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, wore long sleeves in the middle of a Texas
summer.
Id yet to see what was on the gurney, but I knew it was bad.
Michaels entire body was shielding whatever it was, and I knew it would be bad
before I rounded the end of the gurney.
Thats when Michael moved, and I nearly lost my legs out from under me.
Sweet Mary mother of God, I whispered in devastation.
He was doing it because he knew that if he showed even the least bit of
emotion, hed lose it. Just like I was about to do.
Taking a page from his book, I steeled up my defenses and said, 22 gauge.
Then I went to work on getting an IV in a baby less than ten months old, with
quite a bit of blood loss, and a gunshot wound to his head.
All the while Michael, the man Id been in love with for over two years, watched
me, holding a kid in his arms and talking to him like he was his father.
Once the access was started, I backed away, watching as the trauma team
descended in mass.
Even when his ex-wife showed up and pressed her entire body against his to
get a fucking gauze pad when she couldve gotten one out of her pocket.
Bitch.
Literally, day after day she made it a point to torture me, and I didnt know why.
What Joslin didnt like about me was the fact that everyone liked me.
I got along with everyone. I was a team player, and I could work with damn near
anyone.
Not only because she refused to, but because she hated me and I refused to
torture myself.
So when she started to push in close to Michael, I wanted to smack the hell out
of her.
But, as the professional that I was, I backed out of the room, and turned to see
where I was needed.
Lucky for me, I was starting with another licensed paramedic to watch over me,
because I spent my entire time puking, effectively ending my career before itd
even started.
Id completely disregarded the medical field after that, going back to my fathers
office where Id been a secretary, with my tail tucked between my legs.
But when my best friend, Georgia, came back into town, she convinced me to
give it another chance, and here I was, on the IV team and being a helpful
person in any way I could.
I saw Paxton, a PA that worked with us, looking at the room that Id just
managed to get the hell out of.
Gunshot wound to the head, I whispered, trying really hard to forget, yet not
managing to accomplish that very well.
I liked Paxton.
He was a very sexy man with dark brown hair that curled over his ears, and a
beautiful blue set of eyes that could make any persons heart start to flutter.
Specifically, his significant other that hed met just a few months ago through a
mutual friend of the two.
Yep, I said, turning away and washing my hands in the sink that sat right next
to the exit that the paramedics used to transfer patients in and out. Im going to
run to Starbucks. Want anything?
I rolled my eyes.
My ass definitely couldnt take it either, yet I couldnt find it in me to give a shit at
the moment.
Big boobs, big hips, toned thighs (that, might I add, were still on the bigger side
of acceptable) and a chin that was questionably close to what they called
double.
To-ma-toes. Tom-a-toes.
I want a twenty ounce amaretto latte, and a twenty eight ounce black
Americano, I ordered.
She young teen smiled, busying herself steaming my milk and shaking
cinnamon sprinkles on my frothy milk that collected at the top of the drink.
Taking my two coffees, I walked back down the hallway to the ER. When I
turned the final corner that would take me into the ER, I ran straight into a brick
wall of flesh.
Fuck, a deep voice hissed out, hands moving to my hips to keep me steady.
That voice always had the capability to send shivers down my spine.
Bringing my cups down, I stepped back, and instantly regretted the loss of his
heat.
I knew, though, that the longer I stayed there touching him, the harder itd be to
move away.
He caught it before I could spill it all over his chest, but to be honest, his shirt
really couldnt get much worse.
Not with the massive amount of blood I could see soaking it.
It may be black, but there was no way he could get the blood out of this one.
The white lettering that designated him a KPD officer was stained red, and I had
a feeling that it wouldnt come out. Not with any amount of scrubbing.
You look like you needed it, I muttered, walking around him to the door that
led into the ER.
He smiled sadly.
Preciate it, he muttered, staring at the coffee like it was the answer to all of
lifes questions.
Seeing him like that made me remember the last time hed done that.
Itd been at a SWAT meeting thatd turned into an impromptu party when Id
shown up with a box full of tamales from my mother.
***
Holy crap that mans freakin hot! I said to my best friend in the whole wide
world.
Georgia was freakin beautiful. Just as beautiful now as she had been when
shed left.
Except my brother. He was just my brother, and eww. That was just wrong to
think of that on so many levels I couldnt even list them all.
She gave me a roll of her eyes. Your brother is beautiful, and you damn well
know it.
I shrugged.
Why are you always going for the bad ones? She asked, forcing a beer in my
hand.
I blinked.
I dont like beer, I said, extending my hand to her, as well as the bottle.
Georgias eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Dont make me cry. Take it to him
before I do.
Sticking out my tongue, I walked across the space separating Georgia and me
from the men.
When I arrived at his side, he turned his face up to me and looked at me, not
smiling.
Your beer? I offered it to him.
I had seen him before. Noticed him at SWAT events. Watched him while visiting
my brother. That was the night I became aware of him.
That was the night that my world changed, and I wished upon a star, while
standing under the star-lit sky with Michael next to me.
Hours after handing him that beer, he told me about his ex-wife. About his job.
About how his wife blamed him for not wanting kids, as for why shed cheated
on him.
***
He shook his head. No. Im gonna go straight to the station and change into my
workout gear. Thanks for the offer, though.
Smiling, I punched in the code that would get me through the door, but stopped
when Michael called my name.
Nikki?
Youyou want to catch dinner and a movie this week? He asked hopefully.
I blinked, then a small smile split my face. Yeah, I think Id like that.
He nodded, turned, and walked out of the building. Not once glancing back.
Choosing to ignore her, I walked past her with a muttered, Excuse me.
Chapter 3
-Coffee Cup
Michael
By over an hour.
I was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans that had so many holes in them
that they could technically qualify as shorts.
I could either go home and change, and make her happy because I was
covering my tattoos and be later. Or I could be late-ish and come uncovered.
It was a lose-lose situation, and I really could care less at this point.
I wanted to have this dinner about as much as I wanted my nuts cut off.
Alas, I loved the hell out of my mom, and would suffer greatly for her happiness.
Kind of like having to share a fucking dinner with my ex. She was the worst
mistake of my life, yet my mother refused to tell her to fuck off.
I loved my truck.
I could get it dirty and not worry about the interior because that was what trucks
were for.
Shoving the keys into my pocket and turning to grab the pie Id had in my truck
since this morning, the coffee cup that Id downed the moment I got into my
cruiser fell to the floor.
My eyes lit on it, and I smiled, thinking about how Nikki had given it to me.
She knew me better than my entire family, and shed only ascertained the
information in about ten total meetings.
Shed gotten more from me in one night than Joslin had gotten from me in a
year and a half.
About time you showed up, my brother, Dean, said lazily from the glider in the
middle of my parents yard.
Bending down, I picked up my coffee cup and placed it gently into the cup
holder of my truck before gripping the pie and slamming the door.
Heard about your day. Sorry man, my brother said sincerely, blowing out a
breath of smoke hed just inhaled from his cigar.
He was the prodigal son. The one who did everything right, while I did
everything wrong.
Really hard.
The first thing I noticed was that no one was in the living room where they
usually were, and that I could smell dinner wafting from the kitchen.
Not with the memory of Baby Nathans blood pouring out of his body as I held
him on the way to the hospital.
Hes not coming, I think we should just eat, Joslin said huffily.
I rolled my eyes as I made my way down the darkened hallways that would lead
to the kitchen and formal dining room where I assumed they were all gathered.
Irish twins.
She was born ten months before me, in the same year.
Me, being the baby, was the surprise that everyone still liked to point out was
the accident.
Thanks, Hannah, I said, walking into the kitchen and placing my pie on the
countertop. Im here, so the party may begin.
The last was said once I was in the dining room, which meant everyone turned
to watch me walk in the room.
Taking the seat to the right of my dad, and directly next to Hanna, I placed both
hands in my lap and waited, like the good boy I was, for dinner to be served.
Which only happened once Dean made his way back inside from his smoke
break.
All the while, I spoke with my sister about her daughter, Reggie.
Reggie was a boisterous two and a half year old that was with her ex-husband
for the night.
Reggie told me I was to watch my step today because I was telling her what to
do. Can you believe that? I bet Joshua taught her that one, too, Hannah said
snottily.
I snorted.
Needless to say, Hanna and her ex didnt get along.
Actually, I amended. That was me. Im sorry. I said that to her two days ago
when I was watching her.
Hannah sighed. I guess I should be happy you didnt teach her how to say cuss
words, I suppose.
My father snorted. You and Michael were cussing by the time yall were three
and four. Mainly because your Uncle Paddy thought itd be funny to teach you
them. It was real exciting to slam on my breaks to avoid hitting a car and have
the two of you say fuck you and what the fuck respectively.
Alright, we can eat now, Joslin cooed as Dean made his way into the room,
breaking the silent death glare I was getting from my mother.
Once grace was said by my father, he started to serve himself, and passed the
dish around the table.
We didnt do a sit down dinner often, but when we did, we were expected to
actually sit down at the table instead of in front of the TV like we wanted to.
What Id later learned was a cop from a neighboring city, and his wife, who was
a stay at home mom to their ten month old.
Michael, Joslin tells me you had an interesting day, my mother said, bringing
my attention from my plate to her.
You saved that babys life. Youre the reason that hes alive! Youre the talk of
the hospital, Joslin crowed.
Like really.
So much so, that if she continued not to catch the hint, I might have to leave.
Well, I have some news, my brother said, breaking the awkward silence.
Were engaged! Dean smiled, holding Joslins entwined hand up with his.
I blinked, surprised.
I shrugged again.
I didnt care.
They only thought that the dissolution of our marriage had happened because
wed fallen out of love. Joslin had practically begged me not to tell them
because she and my mom had grown so close.
Hannah looked at me, almost as if she was waiting for me to break apart.
I really shouldve told them why wed split. Yet, I couldnt because Joslin had
acted likewellJoslin.
Mom, I said, standing. Do you mind if I have a sandwich? After today, this
isnt veryappealing.
My mom looked at me, and I mean really looked at me, and she saw right
through my flippant attitude and immediately dropped Joslins hand and started
hustling to the kitchen.
Whoops.
She may love Joslin and Dean, but she loved her baby boy more. Tattoos,
disappointment, and all.
They told me about today, she whispered once she was in the kitchen.
II dont like it. I feel like I shouldve done more. Been faster. I dont know. He
was a police officer, I told her.
So when she gasped and whirled around, a block of cheese in one hand, and a
Tupperware of cold cuts in the other, I realized Id surprised her.
I nodded. The murder suicide was with a cop and his wife, I confirmed.
God, thats horrible. And I heard the doctors talking. The baby will live, but
theyre not sure about what cognitively was effected yet, correct? She asked,
placing the food on the counter and making me a sandwich.
When she wouldve reached back in for the tomatoes I stopped her. None of
those, please.
She looked at me, looked at the tomato that she knew I loved, and nodded,
placing it back on the shelf in the fridge and closing it with her backside.
And yes, thats what I heard when I called to check on him earlier. Theyre
keeping him in a medically induced coma until theyre sure the swelling is down
to a manageable level. Theyre contacting the paternal grandparents, too. I
knew that would be her next question.
My mom had a bit of a soft heart for those who didnt have family.
They both smoked weed and neither had a job. I wasnt even certain how they
funded their extracurricular activities.
Thatd been where she was working when she met my father, who was a
pediatrician, thirty five years ago.
My sister worked on the ICU floor, and Dean was a general surgeon.
ICU for now. Peds when he gets better, I answered, accepting the sandwich
she offered me.
Her nose scrunched when she caught a closer look at my tattoos, and I barely
restrained the urge to roll my eyes.
Whatever.
So, when did Joslin and Dean start dating? I hadnt realized they were even
together, I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.
I washed it down with a large slug of sweet tea that my mother handed me, and
finished the sandwich in three bites while my mother worked the corner of her
lip with her teeth.
Well? I asked again.
She sighed. Theyve been seeing each other for going on a year now,
Michael.
I blinked. No shit?
She narrowed her eyes. Michael, you know how I dont like when you curse.
Being on the peds floor really kept my mother from using bad language day in
and day out. She rarely, if ever, used them. And hated when her family did.
My mother pursed her lips. Joslin said youd be upset, and shed like to keep it
quiet until they were ready to share the news, and I went along with it.
I raised my brow at her. You do realize, right, that Im your child and not her.
She was in the family for less than a year if you want to count the amount of
time we spent separated. Why keep her secret from your own son? Its not that
Im torn up about it, Im just disappointed in my family for keeping it from me. Im
not going to fucking break.
I threw up my arm.
Thanks for dinner, ma. Maybe you can let me know when youd rather put me
ahead of my ex. Ive got some awesome stories that I think youll find extremely
interesting, I said, walking to the back door.
Chapter 4
I hate you. Not in an I hope you die kind of way, but more like I hope you
develop an allergy to chocolate and cheese kind of way.
-Coffee Cup
Nikki
Hey there, Nikki! Joanna said from her position behind her desk at the
Pediatric ICU nursing station. How have you been?
I smiled. Im good. I just came up here to check up on that little boy. Hows he
doing?
She smiled sadly at me. Lonely, Im sure. But Im short two nurses and were
nearly at capacity.
Taking her words to heart, I followed the directions to his room, and walked in
on a starkly white room with a crib in the middle of it.
And the tiny boy in the middle of it, hooked up to hundreds of tubes and wires,
broke my heart.
I loved children.
I loved them with a passion and fierceness so powerful that I could barely see
straight.
Walking over to the crib, I took a seat at the chair, just to the side of it, and
watched him.
His little head was wrapped in gaze from about the nose up, only one eye
revealed.
His hands were taped to little boards so if he were to move, he wouldnt pull out
the IV lines they had in both hands.
His feet had monitors attached to them with a bright green wrap, and his body
was veiled in a bright red hospital gown made for tiny humans such as him.
Picking up one of the books that was on the shelf across from my seat, I leaned
back in my chair and started reading to him.
I mustve gone through five or six books before I realized I wasnt alone.
I looked up from my book I was reading to see Michael leaning against the
doorframe, watching me.
His white t-shirt stood out starkly against his tattooed skin.
Id never seen his arms bare before, now that I thought about it.
Hey, he said carefully. I was just bringing him some of his thingsyou know,
so he wouldnt be alone.
Its about time I went anyway. I just wanted to come check on him, see how he
was doing, I whispered softly.
His beautiful eyes pierced me straight through every time he gave me the full
force of them.
You dont have to go, he said softly. Im not staying long. I have to go.
Well, it was more like four months total of history, but that history was enough to
last a lifetime.
I patted him on the forearm, a little bit of smartass filling my tone. Well, then I
guess you can walk me out.
After placing a kiss to the tips of my fingertips, I pressed it against the boys
hand, and looked at him longingly.
Saying a silent prayer, I walked out of the room, very aware of Michael watching
me the entire way.
Id convinced myself he wasnt going to follow me, but the moment I walked into
the elevator, the doors closed, and he was there.
Ninja much?
You like kids, he muttered, settling himself in the corner of the elevator by the
numbers.
One he knew the answer to already, seeing as thatd been the thing thatd
drawn our relationship to a sudden rocking halt.
***
18 months ago
Today would be my eighteenth date with Michael, and I felt that it was the one.
Wed only been dating for a little over four months, but it was enough.
I would be breaking my rule of twenty dates before I slept with him, but that was
only because I knew.
Michael was standing there, long sleeved button down shirt, as always, and a
smile on his face.
Id found over the last four months that Michael had a love for Mexican food. A
great love for it.
Score! Michael said as he made his way through the living room and headed
straight towards the kitchen.
The rice and beans are done. The only thing Im waiting on is for you to grill the
meat, I informed him.
He turned around and grinned, pinning me to the spot with those baby blues of
his.
Then his body crowded mine against the counter, and I forgot how to breathe.
He tasted like heaven, mint with a hint of the Dr. Pepper hed just finished
drinking.
He blinked, then abruptly circled his arms around my lower legs, and lifted me
off my feet.
He didnt bother with the lights, only laid me down on the bed before following
me down.
Are you sure? Because Im about to lose control here, and I dont want you to
regret anything. Regret me, he whispered.
In answer, I started stripping his shirt from his body, and then started working
on his pants.
All my careful planning for the night that included my outfit, down to the
straightness of my hair, was out the window once his naked body pressed
against mine.
Im so sure I cant even stand it, I told him, widening my legs to allow his hips
to slip between them.
I nodded, slightly upset that Id wasted all that money going on birth control
when he wasnt even going to utilize the benefits of it.
***
That next day, in my brothers kitchen, had been the showdown that had ended
our relationship.
Well, that wasnt exactly what hed said. More like he wanted kidsjust not with
me.
That simple.
I blinked.
He looked down at his hands, inspecting his fingers as he said, Would you be
willing to adopt? Or have kids that werent mine? Maybe by a sperm bank or
something.
I considered that for a moment, letting what he was saying sink in.
Are you asking me if Id be willing to adopt a child and still be with you? I
confirmed.
His pupils were dilated and I was fairly positive it wasnt because he was on
drugs.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
I miss you.
Michael, us breaking upit wasnt over something minor. It was huge. Pivotal.
But it wasnt even just the fact that you said you didnt want kids with me. It was
the fact that you were so final about it. You wouldnt talk to me. You wouldnt
share your feelings with me. Hell, but you fucked me with your t-shirt on, and
wouldnt let me in! Then you just shut down and didnt even explain, I said
fiercely.
He let all that he was feeling seep into two words. Im sorry.
I just shook my head. Its going to take a lot more than just sorry to make
everything alright.
Will youwill you come with me. Somewhere? I want to show you something,
he said softly.
He shook his head. Ill keep you there as long as you want to be there. The
minute you want to go home, Ill take you.
Fine. Justdont hurt me again, Michael. It hurt enough the first time to last me
a thousand lifetimes. I dont think I could survive it a second time, I whispered
hoarsely. Promise me.
He made a sound in his throat that hurt my heart, but I didnt relent.
I watched him and waited for him to promise me, and promise me he did.
I swear on my life that I will never intentionally hurt you again. I promise.
Chapter 5
I tossed her a grin as I opened the door to my truck and dropped out.
All I know was that this day had been complete shit, and Id had to do a lot of
thinking. Something Id been avoiding doing for quite a long time now.
From the moment that I let Nikki misunderstand why I didnt want kids, I knew
Id made a terrible mistake. But, at the time, I thought Id been doing a good
thing.
She would have a terrible life if she stayed with me, and there was no one on
earth that Id want to have to deal with my shit.
But then Id held that boy, while hed drained his lifeblood on my chest, and I
knew that I couldnt deny it anymore.
I loved her. And Id do anything to have her. Even have a child with her if that
was what it took.
And when I walked in on her reading to the baby, I knew Id make her mine
again.
It all started with letting her into my world. Letting her see me. And that started
here.
So, I guess I need to start by telling you why I do the tattoos, I started,
swallowing convulsively before I flayed myself open. When I was twelve, I
started cutting myself.
I put the tailgate of my truck down, and hopped up, holding out my hand to her.
She took it, no reluctance whatsoever, and that bolstered me to say what I had
to say next.
She came in between my legs and leaned into me, looking up at me with her
heart in her eyes.
I leaned my head against hers for a long moment before pulling back and
looking up at the stars.
That was the first time my parents realized something was wrong with me. I
didnt try to kill myself, per se, I just knew that something was wrong, and pain
made it feel better, I explained, not looking down into her eyes. That was when
I was diagnosed with depression. Three weeks after that, I was diagnosed with
bi-polar disorder. Bi polar two, to be exact. By the time I was fourteen, I was
diagnosed with ADD. Right now Im on medication for my bi-polar disorder and
ADD since they believe that those are the two causing most of my problems.
When I finally got the courage to look down at her, it wasnt horror that I saw,
but understanding.
My youngest sister is bi-polar, she said, surprising the fuck out of me enough
to look down at her again.
When I turned eighteen, I got a job in a tattoo shop to help fund my schooling.
My parents paid for nearly all of it, I only had to cover the books, I explained.
Thats when I found that the pain of the needle fed that need for pain in less
destructive ways, and I havent looked back since.
I curled a sliver of her hair thatd fallen free of her bun behind her ear, cupping
her neck once I did.
I went to school for my medical degree when I was seventeen. Graduated with
that when I was twenty five. Joined the Navy when I was twenty three, while
finishing that up. Then realized that I hated being a doctor, so I justquit.
I knew the next thing out of her mouth before she even said it.
And what made you not want to be a doctor anymore? Seems like a lot of
schooling on your part for you to just give it up, she whispered, laying her head
against my chest and looping her arms around my waist.
I held my breath, and tried to hold the pain in, yet it didnt want to be held
anymore.
I witnessed an abortion that changed the course of my life and also ruined me
for the medical field, I said woodenly. If someone could just kill an unborn child
in that way, one that had fingers and toes, and clearly defined features, then
how could they say they were an upholder for human life? Wasnt what they
were doing the exact opposite?
The fact that abortion would never be uttered from her lips really held great
appeal to me.
Because abortion had been a determining factor in how Id live my life from the
moment I turned twenty three.
Even now, twelve years later, I can still remember what that baby looked like.
She pressed further into my arms, and said what I needed to hear. Tell me.
So I did.
I was asked if I wanted to, and since Id never witnessed one before, I thought
sure, why not. Well, the why not became a what the hell have I done pretty
fuckin quickly. Id heard about abortions during one of the many lectures. Knew
the basics of it. So I go in there, and theres this woman already on the table
with her legs high and wide in the air. I cleared my throat. She was asleep,
and it was then I realized that the baby they were doing the abortion on was a
viable fetus, but the mother just didnt want her.
I watched as they hooked the vacuum up, maneuvered the small hose up her
vagina, and started to suck away. I coughed. Instantly, there was blood, and
thats about when I turned around and refused to watch anymore. Id just
witnessed a child murdered right in front of my eyes.
That was the first tattoo I got, I said, grabbing her hand with my own and
moving it to rest over my heart. Thats when I met Peek.
She moved away, placing distance that I didnt want between us, between us,
and held out her hand. Show me your Peek.
Hopping off the trucks tailgate, I made my way inside, hand in hand, with Nikki.
The first person to greet us at the front counter was Alison, the woman thatd
been working the front desk for as long as I could remember.
Peek was a member of an unofficial motorcycle club, and one of the grumpiest
men in the entire world.
Yet, he respected a man who could speak his language. And Peeks language
was the art of tattoos, and I had a lot of tattoos.
Mikey! Alison said happily. You ready to get that blank spot on your back
filled in?
Actually, hes bringing me here to get my first tattoo! Nikki said excitedly, as if
wed actually planned for that to happen.
When I went to say something, she placed her hand over my mouth and shook
her head.
Really? Mikeys never brought anyone here before! Im so excited to meet you!
Youre Nikki, right? Alison asked with a happy laugh.
Yeah, Im Nikki. I hope youve heard good things, she said honestly.
I knew I should stop this before it went any further, but I decided to let it be.
What was said was said, and I didnt have anything to hide.
Nikki would find out soon enough what Id done even without Alisons help.
Alison smiled. Oh yeah. Michael told us all about you when Peek was doing the
piece on his back.
Nikki blinked and turned to me, but Alison didnt notice. She was too busy going
on and on about all that Id said that night a year and a half ago.
Its on my waist, not my ass. I dont have anything on my ass. I can always get
one if you want, I offered suggestively.
I did as I was told, and felt her tracing the letters of her name that was inked into
my flesh with her fingers.
I shrugged.
Ive heard of women putting their mans name right there, so he can, ya know,
see it when he does her from, ya know, behind. But Ive never seen a man do
it, she tittered.
I let my shirt drop and turned back around to see her eyes now fixated on my
crotch, and I barely resisted the urge to cover it with my hand.
So, I said teasingly. What are you getting on that virgin skin of yours, Nik?
Wed talked about it once, a lifetime ago, but times changed. As did opinions.
Have you seen those huge eyed stuffed animal Ty Beanie Babies? She asked
Alison.
Nikki smiled.
I shook my head.
That woman.
On our first date together, Id won her one from one of those machines where
you used the claw to grab the stuffed animal out of the overpriced machine.
Shed fallen in love with it, and Id started calling her Owl later that night as I
saw the resemblance between the owls eyes and Nikkis.
When shed joked that she was going to get a tattoo of the owl, Id called her on
it, and wed made a bet that she wouldnt.
Then things had gone down, and suddenly there was no more Nikki and
Michael.
Nikki smiled and dug into her bottomless pit of a purse for her phone,
unearthing it after emptying not only her wallet, keys, and a makeup bag, but
also a pair of flip flops, onto the counter.
That woman.
Alison was a forty four year old woman with graying blonde hair, but right then,
with the way she was giggling like a teenage girl, she couldve passed for one of
the young girls that Peek had just shown out the door.
What are you squealin about, woman? You know how that hurts me ears,
Peek growled teasingly.
He had a thick accent, but when he was talking to his wife, the accent got
thicker and thicker as he crooned his sweet words to her. Or yelled at her.
How ye doin, boyo? Peek asked slapping me on the shoulder with his large
hand.
Peek was a six foot four inch powerhouse that towered over my six foot two
frame.
Peek, on the other hand, was a bull where the rest of us were most definitely
not.
Peek had started the MC a long time ago after the death of his and Alisons one
and only son.
Apparently itd been due to drugs, but Id never broached the subject any further
than what he was willing to give.
Id met him that first night, twelve years ago, and hed helped me cope with my
decision to leave medicine, as well as my parents outrage over the fact.
Hed also introduced me to the Chief of Police, Chief Rhodes, on my next shore
leave.
Wed hit it off, and Id found myself a job with Kilgore Police Department the
minute my feet met even earth once again.
Im doing well, Peek. This, I said, holding out my hand to Nikki, who ignored
me as she showed Alison pictures of nephews. Is Nikki.
Peek smiled, moving closer until he was directly behind Nikki with his body
turned towards me, remembering just as Alison had. Im glad to hear that,
boyo. Whatre ye doin here?
Eyes wide in wonder she said, Ive never met an Irishman before.
Peek turned to her and gave her a leering grin. Would you like to?
Rolling my eyes, I moved until my arm was around Nikkis neck. Shes spoken
for, big guy. And Im fond of Nikkis eyes, I said looking pointedly at an innocent
looking Alison who had the grace to look chagrined.
A few months ago, Peek had been working on a client, a young female who was
getting one of the most-hated-by-Peek tattoos ever, a butterfly, when the young
client had grabbed Peeks crotch.
Alison, having witnessed the incident, flipped. Then threw the girl and her half-
finished butterfly out the front door.
Id been the one to take the call when the girl had called to report the apparent
assault, which were actually just a few scratches on her face.
I cant help that that girl was a dumbass who thought it was appropriate to grab
a mans, a married mans, crotch, Alison said stubbornly, before tossing a glare
in her husbands direction.
I cant help that me package is irresistible! Peek said in his Irish brogue.
Nikki laughed, covering her mouth to contain her giggles before turning laughing
eyes on me.
You ready to get that tattoo done, Owl? I asked softly, ignoring the two
bickering people to our sides.
Chapter 6
If she even looks at me Ill fuck her face upwith my killer glare, and hellacious
cold shoulder.
-Nikki to Lennox
Nikki
Id literally been in bed for less than four hours, tops, and I was dying to go back
to sleep.
My eyes blinked open tiredly, and I rolled over to look at the clock.
Uhh, because you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. You told me
you switched with Damon, and neither you or Damon is here, and Joslins on a
fuckin rampage, Lennox said hurriedly. Shes telling everyone she can that
youre not here yet. Ive been stalling, but you need to hurry!
Which meant my hair was curly instead of straight like I usually styled it.
I was sure Id get reprimanded for it, but if Id known ahead of time that Id get
written up for it and nearly lose my job, I wouldve called in sick.
My phone rang again, and I nearly panicked.
To everything.
Nik-Nik, can I borrow your car? I have to have the brakes fixed on mine, and I
need to drive to Tyler for school, Noel said pleadingly.
I rolled my eyes. As long as you fill it back up with gas, and bring it back in time
for me to drive home from work later.
Deal, she said. Ill come get it from your work in about ten minutes.
I closed the front door to my apartment behind me and started to hurry down the
hall to the stairs. Make it fifteen. Im running late.
Twelve minutes later, I was pushing through the doors of the ER with my bag
over one shoulder.
Since I didnt have any food in my bag, because I hadnt had time to make
anything last night nor this morning, I stored my bag underneath the nurses
station and made my way up to Bryan, the charge nurse.
Bryan, I said, catching his attention. Im sorry Im late. I had a really long
night.
I nodded, then winced when the movement pulled the skin at my back,
reminding me once again of the tattoo Id gotten just hours ago. And Michael.
Were not allowed to wear colored shoes. You know the rules, white only,
Bryan said, sounding slightly annoyed.
I walked away, knowing where this was going before Id even had time to
process the fact that Joslin was aiming for me today.
But Nikkis wearing shoes like that, Joslin tattled like a two year old.
It was the soft throat clearing from Joslin that had him sighing and looking at
me.
I shrugged. Thats fine with me, but its gonna take me another hour or so to
get back. I lent my car to my sister for the day. Im sure shes already picked it
up by now. So Ill have to call her for a ride home.
Nikki, he said, standing up. Follow me to the break room. We need to talk.
Stomach clutching, I followed Bryan out the double doors and down a side
hallway that led to our break room, all the while Joslins laughing eyes followed
me out.
I refrained from flipping her the bird, but only just barely.
I was already in trouble, and I was fairly positive Joslin would just tell him what
Id done anyway. So I put on my big girl panties and followed dutifully behind
Bryan.
Once we were in the break room, he sat on the edge of the table and crossed
his arms.
Ive already had to talk with the director about your constant lateness, he said
without preamble.
I had no reason.
I was late.
End of story.
And I was.
Not for just past incidences, but for future incidences as well.
You need to get your ducks in a row, he said. I have a feeling that the only
reason theyve kept you is because youre such a good worker. Youre always
staying late, always picking up shifts and willing to move when we ask you to.
But that doesnt make up for the fact that youre constantly late, and you need to
try harder to get that fixed, otherwise Ill be obligated to report this to the
director, okay? He asked, sounding tired.
Ive also had a complaint about you from a few of the staff members for going
off on coffee breaks too often, he said carefully.
And that was because shed just come back from sucking some mans cock!
Whore!
I see, I said carefully. And does this staff member happen to have a vendetta
against me or something?
He blinked.
Liar!
Well, I only went on one coffee break yesterday, Bryan. And that was right after
I had to put an IV into some kid whod just been shot in the head! I all but
snarled. Excuse me if I cant handle that and needed a fucking break!
He blinked, surprised at my outburst.
I wasnt aware that was why youd gone yesterday. Id only heard what she
said to me. I apologize, Bryan said truthfully.
Ah-ha!
She!
Stupid cunt muffin, I muttered as I turned around to leave. Fucking her way to
the top.
I stomped my way down the hallway, passing the entrance into the ER, and
then came to a dead stop when I saw Joslins fucking hand on my Michael.
He was looking at her with concern as she wiped a fake tear from her eyelid,
and I lost it.
My papa liked to say that it was my moms. My mom liked to say that it came
from my dad.
Stupid son of a whore. Puta needs her brain scanned if she thinks she can fuck
with me. Im a Pena, goddammit! And that pendejo has another think coming if
he thinks Im going to stand for this after last night. Motherfucker! I hissed
loudly as I marched out of the sliding glass doors.
In their lead was Peek, and he had a mocking smile on his face that was
perilously close to being slapped off.
What are yall looking at, fools? I snapped, pushing through them.
Others, like the tall dark and handsome one with the caramel skin and the
laughing green eyes, as well as Peek, didnt bother to hide the laughs that
bubbled out of their throat.
Whats got your panties in a wad, Owl? Peek laughed from behind me.
I flipped him the bird as I stomped across the parking lot, not missing the fact
that through the glass walls that lined the back hallway I could see Michael
standing with Joslin, in much the same position as before, but now he had his
hands on her head.
I made it all the way to the parking lot before I realized Id forgotten that I didnt
have a car.
Then I saw the shiny Dodge diesel with the black rims and electric blue paint job
that Michael had gotten sometime in the last year, and bad Nikki came out to
play.
Lets just say that my brother taught me a thing or two in his time, and with
nothing else better to do, Id honed the skills until I could get into anything, and
drive anything.
The newer vehicles were equipped with keyless entry, and you had to have a
remote in the vehicle to start it.
Id never thought that Id need to know thatbut right now it came in really
fucking handy!
Reaching under the wheel well, I ducked my head above the tire and looked for
the black box, finding it within seconds.
The box came off the metal it was attached to easily enough, but the entire
thing was covered in dirt and grease, effectively making my hand completely
covered in the gunk.
Id take my time and come back dressed, really dressed, and take it from there.
Pressing the unlock button, I opened the door and hauled myself inside.
Is there a reason a man has to lift his truck so big? I muttered to myself,
slamming the door.
Pressing my foot on the brake, and punching the start button, the diesel motor
rumbled to life with a quiet purr.
Looking left and right, as well as at the door where I guessed Michael would
come out of if he knew his truck was leaving him, I pulled out of the parking spot
that Michael had so nicely backed into for me.
Then I was on the road and two minutes from where Id decided to park my
newest acquisition when the red and blue lights lit up my mirror.
Son of a bitch! I said, cursing myself and my stupidity. Youre always doing
this, Nikki. Always with the bad decisions.
To make matters worse, it was my stinkin brother behind the wheel of the
cruiser that was pulling me over.
His surprise was as great as mine when he saw me behind the wheel.
It took him a few minutes to speak, but when he did, it wasnt nice.
I took the nearest thing to me that I could reach and threw it at him, which
happened to be a water bottle half filled with Gatorade.
You do know, right, that half the force is now looking for his truck? He asked
with a raised brow.
He blinked. You were madso you thought itd be a good idea to steal a mans
truck?
No.
I was sitting in the back of Nicos police car when Michael pulled up twenty
minutes later.
Nico was leaning against the hood, tired of hearing me yell at him, and I was
mad.
Michael dropped out of another cruiser that pulled up nose to nose with
Michaels truck, and got out.
Leaning my back against the door, I crossed my arms over my chest and
stretched my legs, with my forbidden colored shoes, across the seat.
I was trying not to think about what I would find on my clothes if I had a black
light.
The inside of this cruiser was disgusting, and if this never happened again, itd
be great.
Tapping on the window across from me had my eyes snapping open, and then
shutting just as quickly.
The door opened and Michaels deep, sexy voice said, Get out.
I shook my head and closed my eyes. Nope, sorry. Cant. My brothers the
arresting officer. Ill have to deal with him from now on.
And what are you going to do if I dont listen? Sit there and stare at me? Yeah.
No, I said, closing my eyes once again.
Then my ass was sliding across the seat by way of Michaels massive hand
wrapped around my ankle.
I screamed, turning over onto my belly as he got my legs out of the car, and
then latching onto the door as I was pulled all the way out.
Michaels hands went to my hips as he pulled harder, and my grip on the door
started to give.
We were on a deserted street in the middle of downtown, so the fact that I was
yelling help when there was no one around was quite comical, and apparently
Michael thought so.
Let me go! I hate you! I yelled, starting to kick when he tossed me over his
shoulder.
You already said that, he said laughingly, walking past my brother and the
other officer who brought him, which happened to be James.
My brothers mouth twitched as I passed, and the bottle hed handed back to
me as he shoved me into the car sounded like a great thing to throw at him
again had I had it.
When he got to the passenger door to his truck, he unlocked it with the keys in
his hand and yanked the door open forcefully before depositing me
unceremoniously on the seat.
I gasped in surprise, and then glared at the closed door that had just slammed
in my face.
Ill get you back for this, I said, pointing at him warningly.
Georgia, I said when she answered. You know last week when you asked
Nico what he had for lunch, and he said salad? Yeah, it was really a burger
from Jucys. He lied to you.
Her outraged gasp, and then the click of the phone in my ear, followed by the
instant ringing of Nicos had me nearly laughing in hilarity.
Georgia was on a diet, which meant that Nico was on one, too.
Except Nico didnt want to be on a diet, and every day he was on shift he ate
out because he was so hungry.
He paid in cash because she could see their bank account, and Id caught him
at Georgias favorite restaurant just last week where hed made me promise not
to tell.
Like the good sister I am, I didnt tell. Until he put on his bastard hat. Then all
bets were off.
That wasnt nice, Michael said from my side.
Id heard him open his door, of course, but I was ignoring him so I didnt bother
acknowledging him.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared straight ahead and refused to even
think about him.
I ignored him.
I didnt.
Once he had a hold of the belt, he reached it around me and buckled it into
place next to my hip.
Michael went back to his seat, rolled down the window, and started backing up.
I snorted.
Id be talking with James wife, too. I was fairly sure I could find some dirt on him
to wipe that smirk off his face.
Stop being childish and talk to me. What you did today couldve turned out a lot
different. Youre lucky it was your brother to pull you over and not someone that
didnt know you. Things couldve gone to shit easily, he growled.
You wanna know childish? How about your wife telling everyone at work that
Im a piss poor employee, and then tattling on me because Im wearing the
wrong shoes. The same rule, and I say rule with the upmost reluctance
because nobody follows it, that everyone breaks. Which I then get sent home
for, I snarled.
Well, you fucked her and you were married to her. Nearly the same thing, I
told him.
Its not nearly the same thing. Ive been divorced from Joslin for way over two
years. We have no relationship whatsoever, and shes marrying my brother,
Michael said matter of factly.
I tried hard not to react to the fact that she was marrying Michaels brother, but
failed.
Well if that didnt take the wind out of my sails, I didnt know what would.
Michael shot me an amused look, and it only made that fire burning down in my
belly become hotter.
He was so sexy.
His black hair was shaved tightly to his head on the sides, and had about a half
inch on top, and his face was clean shaven, though it hadnt been last night. He
was back in his trademark black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans covered his legs.
Bryan. At least three doctors that I knew. And Michaels brother? For real?
I thought you had to work today, I said accusingly, not turning away from the
view.
I do. At twelve. Its only nine thirty in the morning, he answered. I was up
there to come see you, when I didnt find you at your apartment, but Joslin was
telling me you were sent home.
I rolled my eyes. Well, I think if you want to continue this relationship, you are
going to need to figure out how to not touch her, because I dont like it. Not even
a little bit.
Then he turned back to the road, and I was left contemplating my brashness of
stealing his truck.
He smiled. I know.
He took them, thankful that he hadnt asked, and started up the stairs.
Id realized over the course of our four month dating life, and again last night,
that Michael liked to be cautious.
It didnt matter if we were gone ten minutes or five hours, when we got back to
my place, he was going to take a look through the house to be sure that
everything was fine before he left me.
I followed behind him, bemused, and walked into the door just as he was
coming out of the kitchen and disappearing into the bedroom.
I was on the top right of a four apartment unit, and I hated every second of it.
The neighbor to my right stole my parking spot. The neighbor to my bottom left
liked to take my clothes out of the shared laundry room. And the neighbor
directly below me liked to have loud, wall banging sex. Not that I knew how he
did it since I was above him, and I was fairly sure he couldnt fuck on the
ceilings.
Regardless, he did it, and I was impressed. But also a little sleep deprived at
times.
The interior of the apartment was nothing special. White generic walls, beige
carpeting. Plain crappy countertops and appliances that shouldve been
updated last decade.
I spent a lot of time at home, and I wanted to be comfortable while I did it.
Which was why Id spent nearly an entire paycheck on my couch, and the next
paycheck on my TV.
My bed wasnt as nice as my couch, which was why I found myself sleeping on
the couch more often than not.
Whatd you get sent home for? Michael asked, breaking into my thoughts.
He moved forward, running his hand along the back of the couch.
Visions of our one single night together started to filter through my brain, and I
barely restrained the urge to cross my legs to try to circumvent the throb
between my legs.
Youll have a job to go back to, Michael told me. As for your shoes, those are
in my truck in the backseat. You took them off last night and forgot to take them
in with you. Which was what I was bringing back to you when you stole my
truck.
I laughed.
That wouldve saved me a lot of time and heartache, I told him. Why didnt
you just text me? I asked.
You told me to lose your number, remember? Since Id never memorized it,
and you deleted it from my phone, I didnt have it. Unless I wanted to call Nico,
and today was his day to take a standardized test with the department, athough
it was canceled, thank God. So I wouldnt have been able to do that. So I
brought them to you instead, he explained, his eyes eating me up.
I sighed.
Turning to my kitchen, I put my bag down on the table and went to the fridge to
grab my lunch, which Id forgotten and shoved it into my bag.
Well I guess you didnt have to bring me all the way home then. Ill just have to
go change my clothes now because I feel like I swam in a cesspool after being
in the back of Nicos cop car, I said, heading to my bedroom.
Stripping my shirt off on the way, I tossed it to the floor of my bedroom and went
to my closet for a new one.
I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my pants down my hips when I felt a pair
of hands settle on either hip.
Im pretty sure that I shouldve stayed in the living room, he whispered against
the back of my neck.
Tingles started to run down my spine, and this time I didnt try to stop my thighs
from rubbing together.
Just the sound of the mans husky voice had me replaying our one night,
remembering what it felt like to have him inside of me. The way his rough hands
felt against the sensitive skin of my breasts.
The way his beard tickled the lips of my sex as he pulled his cock from me and
ate me to completion right before slamming back inside of me and coming hard
in two rough strokes.
Why? I asked breathlessly, widening my legs when his hand started to move
between my thighs.
Chapter 7
-Michael to Nikki
Nikki
I gasped in surprise when he spun me around and moved forward until my back
met the shirts I had hanging in my closet.
Hangers screeched in protest as our bodies forced them to press against the
wall.
One of my hands went around Michaels shoulders as the other went to the pole
currently holding up every shirt I owned.
Im gonna be picking these up later, I gasped right before Michaels mouth met
mine.
I moaned as his tongue swept inside, rubbing teasingly along mine as he forced
his mouth down harder on my own.
When I felt his hands move between us, I lifted my hips slightly, allowing my
aching core to rub against his hard abs as he unbuckled his pants and let them
drop to his ankles.
I gasped when he took hold of my hips and forced them back down.
His cock ground against my panty clad *, and I couldnt help the involuntary jerk
of my hips as pleasure ripped through me at the simple touch.
His mouth skimmed along my collarbone, and moved down until his lips glided
over the swell of my breast.
I had on a modest white bra that was the single one that I found comfortable to
wear all day while working, and I was fairly sure it probably wasnt what one
would call attractive.
Yet, I forgot to care when he tugged the cup of the bra covering one breast
down with his teeth, then followed that by sucking the tip of my nipple into his
hot, wet mouth.
Oh, Jesus, I breathed, hips moving jerkily as tiny sparks centering in the tip of
my nipple coursed through my body.
My stomach clenched and I moved both hands from his shoulders down.
One hand went to my panties as the other grasped the hard length of his cock.
Pulling my panties to the side, I lined the head of his cock up with my entrance
and waited.
As he switched breasts, pulling down the other cup with his teeth and nipping
the tip of my nipple with his, he surged inside of me.
Once fully seated inside, he pulled slowly back out before sinking back inside of
me roughly.
I bit my lip and moved my hands up to the side of his head, watching as he let
the tip of his tongue circle the diameter of my nipple.
He started thrusting in and out of me, filling me to the point of pain, before he
retreated once again.
Hangers snapped and shirts fell all around us as his hips powered into me, his
cock kissing the entrance to my womb with each thrust.
I opened my eyes when he stopped, and my eyes widened when he pulled out
completely and dropped us down to our knees.
I turned around as he urged my hips to the side, presenting him with my ass.
My * clenched with need at the look on his face as he devoured the sight of my
core.
My * lips red and puffy. My entrance leaking with need as it begged him to fill
me once again. My panties down around my knees where hed hastily yanked
them. My ass round and full.
I wiggled my hips and pressed back slightly as he continued to look for too long.
He moved forward on his knees until his cock met my entrance, and unhurriedly
he sank inside.
I moaned and dropped to my elbows as he pushed his hips forward until every
last bit of him was buried in my channel.
This position allowed him to sink deeper inside of me, and I swear I could feel
him in my belly each time he filled me.
His thumb brushed over the pucker of my asshole, and I practically came with
just the single taboo touch.
I clenched down so hard on him that he let out a strangled groan, and finally lost
the control hed been trying desperately to hold on to.
I screamed when he pulled out and thrust into me so hard that my knees left the
carpeted floor.
In pleasure.
Yes! I keened, pushing back with my own hips to meet his powerful thrusts.
He growled at the way my * clenched down on his cock and gave me a small
smack on the ass when I tried to reach between my legs to help my orgasm
along.
Itd been a very long time since Id last had his cock, but I knew he only wanted
my pleasure to come from him.
My hand dropped and I let the side of my face rest along the length of one of my
house slippers as he pounded inside of me.
My orgasm was just around the corner, and he could feel it.
Come, he ordered.
I laughed. You cant just tell me to come. You have to make me.
So he did.
I shot off like a freakin bottle rocket, surging so high and far into oblivion that I
couldnt see my way home again.
Distantly, I was aware of him pulling out of me and roughly fisting his cock
against my back as he shot his come down the length of my back, but I was too
busy coming to wonder why.
His thumb twisted inside of me and my orgasm, which Id thought had been on
the downhill slide, started to move forward again.
By the time I was back in my own skin, I was in a boneless heap where Id
collapsed, shoes digging into my upper torso and not one single care in sight.
I think you broke me, I told him, feeling him withdraw his thumb.
He snorted as he stood, and I watched as he drug his pants that were still
around his ankles, back up his legs and over his hips.
He came back short moments later with a wash cloth, and started cleaning my
back free of his release.
Once done, he shoved his hand underneath my hips and lifted me up and back.
When my back met his front, I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck
for his seeking mouth.
And there was one thing I knew of for sure, Michael was a damn fine cop.
Because I saw them in your purse last night when you were handing your
phone to Alison, he explained. Just remember to take them, because after
fucking you bare like this, Im fairly sure Ill never be able to do it again with a
condom.
The new position placed Michaels face right at eye level with my ass, and he
took full advantage of it as I looked down at the mess wed made of my closet.
I found a shirt, followed by a pair of pants, and threw them on, all the while
Michael massaged my ass and inner thighs, working me into another tizzy
before I realized it.
I smiled as he let my hips go and stood, but only to replace his fingers with his
cock.
I was thankful that he was still wearing pants, because had he been naked, Id
probably be asking him to fill me once again.
Immediately, I missed his body heat, but I had a job and commitments.
Thank you, I told him, turning around as I settled the shirt onto my body.
He smiled.
Anything for you, he said painfully, rearranging his cock in his pants as he
buttoned and buckled his belt.
A smile curved the sides of my lips as I walked into the bathroom to inspect my
face.
Where I then decided that the just fucked look looked good on me.
And it wouldnt hurt to allow Joslin to see just what she was missing.
At my nod he led me into the kitchen where I grabbed my bag and headed out
the door.
***
Thirty minutes later, with Michaels essence still leaking out of me, I ran into
work, throwing a kiss over my shoulder at Michael as I sped inside.
Id asked him to wait for me to make sure I still had a job, and he gave me an
okay sign as he leaned back in his seat and finished programming my number
into his phone.
Just a few days ago I was puttering along, trying to stay afloat with classes,
work, and studying.
Now here I was, blowing off study time so I could go on a date with a man I
never thought Id have a chance with again.
Good, youre back! Lennox cooed, rubbing her hands together in excitement.
There was a lot of excitement here an hour or so ago. Cops were everywhere,
and then there was this man, Michael, I dont know if youve met him but he has
brown hair and blue eyes. He was yelling at someone about his truck being
stolen. Then he forced the security guy to go through the camera feed, but the
feed was down because the security guard spilled coffee on the hardware last
week and completely fried the whole system.
I blushed. Did they find out who stole the car? I asked innocently.
Lennox shook her head. No. They didnt, or at least we didnt see who it was.
They ran out of here like their asses were on fire earlier when they got some
call about a BOLO, which I later learned was a be on the lookout, and we
havent heard anything since.
Whew!
That wouldve been bad to have the hospital know what Id done.
Well, that sucks, I managed to say lightly while squirting a large dollop of
antibacterial soap into my hands. You heard why I had to leave?
Lennox nodded and we both looked to where Joslin was standing across the
room.
She was with a new intern that Id never met before, leaning into him and
patting his arm while fake laughing.
I didnt give a shit if that was the only way to get her unsettled. He needed to
find a different way.
I wonder what her problem is? She usually only reserves that kind of treatment
for the women who try to steal her thunder, Lennox wondered.
Thats cause Joslin is a show hound that likes to have all the attention on her,
Melissa, one of my favorite nurses, snarled as she threw down a chart on the
counter next to my hand.
You can say that again. That woman needs the stick thats lodged up her ass
removed, Melissa grumbled. She just told Bryan that I was flirting with a
patient, and that I needed to learn to be more professional. Motherfucker, but I
was just telling him he had cute kids! I didnt say he had a cute cock or
anything!
That woman needs to go, I muttered. Surely there are enough people around
that can complain about her to someone she hasnt fucked.
There probably wasnt a single manor married man for that matterin the
entire hospital that she hadnt had some of. Which was the entire problem. For
all of us.
Chapter 8
-T-shirt
Michael
The sound of my Glock echoing off the cavernous walls of the gun range made
me feel at peace.
One that let me shut my mind down and just have fun.
I had to log so many hours in the gun range a month anyway, so it worked out
well that I loved doing it.
What I didnt love was the man at my back whining about the dirt he was getting
on his clothes.
I didnt tell you to come, I grumbled to my brother.
No, but you didnt react like I thought you would at dinner when we told you. I
expected anger and you gave us nothing. Then left. I just wanted to make sure
you were okay with this, Dean said stubbornly.
Placing the gun on the table in front of me, I took the magazine Id just ejected
from the gun and started to reload it.
I ignored him.
Id already told him exactly what I thought about the matter: mostly that I didnt
care.
So we were at an impasse.
I didnt care.
I slammed the magazine into the gun, cocked it, and let off eight more shots,
trying hard as fuck to ignore him.
Michael! Get out of your fucking head and talk to me! Dean snarled, yanking
my arm with the gun in it around so I faced him.
I am out of my fucking head, you moron! Im not that fucked up mess I was
when I was fifteen. Im not ever in my head! Now keep your fucking hands off
me, and for Gods sake, dont yank a mans arm when he has a gun in his
hand! I yelled back, getting into his face.
So when he raised both arms, reared back, and pushed me, I only went back
inches.
What the fuck do you want from me? I snarled, looking down at Dean.
Dean glared and stood up, brushing off his ass and his brand new suit he just
got.
What I want is permission. I want to make sure this wont cause any contention
when she marries me, he insisted.
I sighed and raised my hands up to my face, letting my fingers curl into what
little hair I had.
Its not a bone of contention, Dean. I dont love her and I havent for some time.
When she cheated on me, that was it. Any and all love I felt for her was wiped
off the face of the earth, I said tiredly.
Hed ruined a perfectly good day with his insistence that I wasnt okay.
Dean looked stunned. Youre lying. She told me you wouldnt have a kid with
her, thats why yall got divorced.
I laughed humorlessly.
I wouldnt have a kid with her, thats true. But what made me divorce her wasnt
that she wanted kids. It was because she slept with about fifteen men while we
were married, and I only found out because she was sloppy and let some new
doctor call her at home. He left a voicemail telling his girl that he couldnt make
dinner, and that they needed a raincheck. Which got me curious since she was
supposed to be at work at the time, I told him honestly.
And damn but it felt good to get that shit off my chest!
It was hard to let my family think I was the bad guy for not wanting kids.
My mom resented me for that, I could tell. But I didnt know how else to not tell
anybody what had happened without Joslin being shunned from the family, so I
kept my mouth shut.
Want the private dicks files? Ive got about two hundred photos of it happening
in real time, too, I offered.
He narrowed his eyes. Why would you not tell us this? Why let us think badly of
you?
Mom loves Joslin. And Joslin has nobody else. I was just being nice, I told
him.
He looked at me for a few long moments before he said, I love her, man.
I nodded. If you want to be with her, thats good with me. I dont care. Just be
aware of her faults. And I wont tell you I told you so.
I smiled and patted him lightly on the back. Now get the fuck out of here and let
me enjoy the rest of my day.
Grudgingly he left, and I couldnt help but smile at the big brown stain on his ass
from where hed fallen in the dirt.
Turning around, I loaded my gun once again and started firing off shots at the
piece of paper floating down range.
I was having a damn good time until I got a call, and what I heard made my
stomach nearly drop to my feet.
***
Whats going on, Luke? I asked him as we walked, side by side, down the
hallway to our conference room.
Luke opened the door and ushered me inside ahead of him.
I came to a stop just past the entrance when I was faced with multiple men in
suits.
Luke walked past me and had a seat next to Chief Rhodes, who I was surprised
to see was also in attendance.
Take a seat, Perez. We have some things to discuss with you. Nothing you did
wrong, though, so stop looking at me like that, The Chief grumbled.
Smiling slightly, I walked to the chair on the other side of the chief and took a
seat, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest.
The chief pushed over a file folder that was nearly an inch thick, and I took that
to mean that he wanted me to open it and have a look.
Goddammit, chief. Fuck you, I said, pushing the file away from me and closing
my eyes to control my urge to vomit.
He was in his early fifties and had brown hair peppered with gray throughout.
He was a thin man, and probably didnt reach much over five and a half feet tall.
The other man at his side was burly with black hair and a deep tan. He was in
his mid to late thirties with green eyes and a goatee.
This is Special Agent Troy Palmer, and this, The Chief said, indicating the
black man. Is Special Agent Dane Elliott. Theyre here to speak with you about
the Cox case.
The Cox Case was the murder suicide Id first responded to.
Hell, was I tired. I was living off of only hours of sleep, and I could really use a
few hours of shut eye before I had to deal with them and their shit.
Crime, however, didnt wait for it to be convenient for all those involved.
Which Agent Palmer explained in the next second.
Weve discovered a few similarities in about ten murders throughout the Ark-
La-Tex involving cops and their pregnant wives, Agent Palmer said without
preamble.
I blinked. What?
He pushed the file back to me, and I looked down at it, only now realizing what
Id thought was the murder Id walked in on just two days prior wasnt the one Id
thought it was.
Holy shit, I said, surprised. Are they all positioned this way?
The only thing different was the color of the tile floor they were laying on.
We have reason to believe that you might have seen the man who did this on
your way to the scene. Weve had three witnesses saying they saw a man
walking his dog down the street just down the road from the crime scene. Black
hoodie. Black jeans. Black dog.
Remembered passing the mobile home park sign, then seeing a black dog off to
the side of the road that I passed.
I remembered thinking that the owner needed to get the dog the fuck out of the
way when he heard lights and sirens blaring.
Yeah, I saw him, I confirmed, thinking back to the man in question. Black
hoodie. Black pants. Red shoe strings in the shoes. Dog had a red collar with
black lettering on it. Black lab.
I shook my head. Actually, no. I passed four houses before I got to theirs and
hadnt seen a single one. The couple had two cars in the driveway as well as a
red mid-sized sedan belonging to the elderly couple. I did pass an abandoned
car with hazard lights on pointing in the opposite direction Id been going, but I
also saw a man walking away from the car in a white t-shirt and khaki pants.
They both shook their head, but Palmer was the one to answer.
Nothing. Not yet anyway. Weve already been privy to the reports, photos, and
crime scene data. We just ask that, if you encounter another one of these, you
call us. Weve been working this case for a little over two years now, and so far
we have just as much now as we did then. A bunch of nothing, he said simply.
I looked down at the papers in front of me, recording the faces of all the four
doctors into my memory bank so Id have it later if I had need of it.
As for why youre here, Officer Perez, its just so that we can congratulate you
for saving that child. Hes our first survivor, and I never wished more that a baby
could talk than I do right now, he said dejectedly.
I completely agreed.
I didnt know what kind of heartless person could shoot an innocent baby like
that, but whomever it was needed a single shot to the heart as his final coup de
grace.
So is it a coincidence that all these men are cops? Chief Rhodes asked as he
looked through his own folder.
I flipped to the page behind the one Id stopped looking at and saw what he was
talking about.
Longview Police. Kilgore Police. Shreveport Police. Gun Barrel Police. Gilmer
Police. Bossier City Police. Benton Police. Tyler Police. Waskom Police.
Hallsville Police.
Not only did they kill pregnant women and babies, but the fucker was a cop
killer as well.
I linked my fingers together, and steepled them while tapping the first two
together.
I was a fidgeter.
Like major.
It drove my friends and family nuts. It was what it was, though. Nothing I could
do to change that.
I have a couple of people that might be able to help us, and Lukes brother in
law is a part of The Dixie Wardens MC. Theyre in the town of Benton,
Louisiana. One of the cities you named. He can talk to them and see what he
can dig up. I can do the same through my resources. Go from there, I offered.
Both men looked at me, moved their eyes to Luke, then settled them on Chief
Rhodes.
You vouched for them. If this gets leaked to the press, therell be a public
outrage. You understand that, right? Agent Palmer confirmed.
Agent Rhodes nodded. My boys wouldnt give this kind of information to just
anyone. I trust them implicitly.
Finally, the two nodded and stood to leave. Keep us informed, and well do the
same.
With that they left, and the three of us sat there silently for a few long moments.
If this gets out, Ill kick both of your asses, The Chief rumbled.
I smiled down at my hands before standing. Ill get it done on my part. Luke,
you gonna talk to the Wardens?
Luke nodded and stood, pulling out his phone. Yeah, I got it.
With that, we all split up, me heading to Free, and Luke heading to Louisiana.
Chapter 9
Dear teenagers, complaining about life is like a toddler complaining about nap
time. Youve only seen the tip of the monsters dick. Just fucking wait!
Michael
Get up off the floor or Ill make you get up, I growled at the stupid teenager
whod tried to boost my truck.
Id had that bastard stolen twice, or nearly, in the same fuckin day, and this
time I was not amused.
With no other options, I moved the boy myself, all under the crowds watchful
eyes as they watched the entire thing take place.
Rolling him over onto his back I stared down at him in contempt.
What did you think you were going to do? How far did you think you could get?
You nearly stole a police officers truck, I hissed. Not to mention I have GPS
on it that I couldve activated. Then theres the fact that every cop in the city
would be looking for you because you dont steal something from a cop without
consequences. Youd have every single cop in the state looking for your
dumbass. Not get the fuck up off the ground and go sit on the fuckin bench like
I asked you.
He did.
Reluctantly.
Very reluctantly.
The boy was fifteen, at most, with an attitude that said he usually got whatever
the fuck he wanted.
Id walked into the convenience store to get my receipt, but decided that I could
use a Gatorade while I was in there.
When I turned the corner of the snack aisle, I came upon the fifteen year old
shoving candy bars down his pants.
They were so full already that you could see the large bulge, as well as the
orange wrappers sticking out the top of his pocket.
Then he ran.
Lucky for me, and unlucky for him, Id caught him at my truck.
All hed seen was a truck running with the windows down.
Sadly, I still had the keys in my hand and had turned the truck off before he
could even get it into drive.
Hed looked at me like I was the grim reaper, as he should since hed been
sitting in my truck.
Then he tried to bail out the other sides window, but only managed to fall on his
face.
Whyd you steal those? I asked, gesturing to the pile of candy bars and bottle
of milk that was in a pile at his feet.
He shrugged.
A cruisers chirp-chirp of the siren going on and off quickly had me looking up as
Miller, another member of the SWAT team, pulled up.
He stepped out of the cruiser and moved his glasses up to the top of his head.
I nodded back, choosing not to call him on the use of the nickname that I hated.
Fifteen or sixteen year old male stealing candy from the 7-11. I caught him red
handed, and he ran. Tried to get away fast by taking my truck, but he didnt
make it far. And here we are now. He was just about to tell us his name, I
explained lightly.
The boy glared at Miller with all the heat and venom a fifteen year old could
muster.
I couldve told him that he was wasting his time, but teenagers didnt seem to
have that comprehension when they were mad.
When the boy refused, I shrugged and told him to stand.
He didnt.
You know, this can go one of two ways. One, I said holding up a finger. You
can just cooperate. Stand up, tell us your name, let us check you, and well get
you booked downtown. Or two, you can refuse to do all of those things, we can
force you to do them, and you still go down town.
The boy glared at me, and then moved his gaze to a car at the far corner of the
parking lot.
Following his gaze, I narrowed my eyes when I saw what he was looking at.
A shared glance with Miller had me walking over the pile of candy bars and milk
to the car that was parked underneath the 7-11 sign.
Holy shit.
I opened the door with suddenly shaking hands, scared to death at what Id find.
Id seen some bad shit in my time, but the moment I opened that door, I knew
nothing could be worse.
Miller, I called loudly. Put him in your car and get over here.
Miller tossed a look over his shoulder at me. I stepped back to allow him to see
the closest car seat, and his eyes widened.
His mouth dropped open and he turned back to the kid that looked defeated.
Miller joined me as soon as I fit the baby into the crook of my arm, sidling up to
my side.
I nodded. Yeah.
It was more than obvious that the children hadnt been well cared for.
The little boy in the car seat looked at the two of us with a smile, but that smile
didnt meet his eyes.
The deep circles under his eyes, as well as the hollowness to them, showed
that he was anything but healthy.
Miller circled around the car and picked up the boy from his car seat.
The boy wrapped his skinny fingers around Millers mic cord, and smiled so
brightly that it hurt my heart.
As a police officer, there are times that youre not going to experience nice
things.
Although this wasnt the ideal situation, they were both alive, and had a fighting
chance that they didnt have before.
I felt like I was carrying air as I walked back to the police cruiser.
Miller didnt look like he was carrying much more as he got on the mic.
Ill need a bus here. Got two babies in need of some medical attention, he said
quietly, smiling down at the little boy who made a grab for his mic.
The boy looked scared shitless the closer we got to Millers cruiser, and by the
time I opened the door to the cruiser he looked like he was about ready to bail
out. Straight through the glass window.
Alright son, I said, dropping down to my knees beside him. Tell me whats
going on.
He looked sort of green, but it was then that I noticed that his heart was in his
eyes as he looked at the children.
He nodded.
Yeah, he rasped.
He nodded again.
Yeah, he confirmed.
Madden, youre not even old enough to be on your own yet. How do you have
two kids? And why are you on your own? Wheres the babys mother? I
continued.
He bit his lip, and looked up at me with eyes that were shining with tears.
I stole them from her. She wasnt taking care of them, he cried. Not like they
needed to be taken care of.
I refrained from saying that he wasnt doing too good of a job either, and
nodded my head. Whos the mother?
Shesshes my stepmother. And I stole them away from her while her and my
father were high. They weredoing stuff that I didnt like. And she was smoking
around the baby. I didnt like that. I had to get them out. I had to. They wouldve
died. She wouldve killed them, he insisted pleadingly. She already smoke and
drank throughout her pregnancies. She didnt even go to the hospital to have
them!
I looked down at the baby in my arms, saw the frailness to her, and started to
get mad.
Jesus, so this was how they were from her, not him.
Alright, Madden. How about you come take a ride on the medic with your kids.
From there well figure this out, okay?
Thank you, he croaked, voice cracking like all adolescent boys do at that age.
Chapter 10
-Coffee Cup
Nikki
Go get your newspaper! I said hurriedly the moment I pounded through Nicos
back door.
Nico glared at me, still holding the door open. Georgia, being Georgia, did what
I asked and ran to the front walk to get the newspaper.
Why didnt you just get the newspaper on the way in? Nico asked.
He glared.
Maybe you should take them for a night. Give me a little break, he muttered.
I blinked. Ive offered no less than thirty times since they were born. Id love to
watch them. Youd only have to convince yourself to let them go.
No matter the bitchin he did, he refused to let the twins, or Georgia, out of his
sight.
A few years ago, before hed reconnected with Georgia, hed gotten into a spot
of trouble with a mafia boss.
So much trouble that to save Georgia, hed faked his death with the help of the
CIA and the Texas Rangers. While he was dead, hed continued to search for
the man responsible for putting his life and Georgias in jeopardy, finally finding
him around the time the twins were born.
Georgia, though, as well as the rest of our family, hadnt been able to get over
the fact that hed died.
Although we all talked a good game, the entire leaving thing was hard on us all,
something that showed with the way Nico clung to his kids and wife and refused
to let them get too far out of his reach.
Michael, the ultimate Im not cut out to be a father, was on his ass on the back
of the cop car holding the tiniest of babies in his arms.
He was gazing down at the little girl holding a pacifier in her mouth.
His eyes were gazing at the small bundle, looking for all he was worth like a
devoted father.
Something I knew hed be if he ever gave life a chance.
Was this not something you couldve called for? Nico asked after he read the
story.
I shrugged. Sure I could have. But then I couldnt annoy the shit out of you like
Im doing right now.
He lowered his eyes into a glare, and I plopped down into his lap.
I wrapped my arms around his fat neck, although it wasnt really fat, and
squeezed for all I was worth.
Alright, Nik. Let me get dressed and well head up there to see these babies,
Georgia said as she hustled out of the room.
I held on for dear life, causing him to come down with me.
Nico grappled for purchase, but I succeeded in pulling him down with my
unexpected move of holding on while still going down.
Nico landed beside me with a grunt, and I wrapped my arms around his neck
from behind, wrapping lightning and thunder (my legs) around his upper torso
and squeezing the life out of him.
God! Youre such a shit! Nico growled, effectively knocking the wind out of my
sails by rolling over onto his back and pinning me to the floor with his body
weight.
Instead, I anchored myself even better, let go of his neck, and started attacking
his armpits with the tips of my fingers, ticking him like a lunatic while he writhed
and shook with laughter on the ground.
I pushed off of him with inhuman strength that resembled a lumbering donkey,
and sprinted for Nico and Georgias door.
Slammed it right in Nicos face and locked the door before he could reach me.
Then I promptly fell on their bed that was littered with clothes and other baby
paraphernalia, and collapsed in exhaustion.
Yall fight all the time, Georgia said from the closet.
I dont know why yall cant just be normal siblings, she said observantly.
Nico was the only boy with six girlsit was bound to happen.
Youre just jealous that your brothers wont give you the time of day, I teased.
I was lying.
They just had a different relationship than Nico, my sisters and I did.
Especially how Georgia held their family together after the death of their two
youngest brothers.
So whats going on? Why do you want me to go to the hospital with you?
Georgia asked.
Youre a social worker, Georgia. Why the hell do you think I want you up
there? I laughed.
She flipped me off and took a huge step over her Saint Bernard, Hamburger,
that was taking up half the closet.
You know were not just assigned these things. They have to come to us.
Youd have more luck calling in Shiloh, Georgia explained.
Georgia was a social worker with an adoption agency that placed children in
their forever home.
Shiloh, James wife, on the other hand, was a child protective service social
worker with the state of Texas, working in Gregg County.
I already called her. Were picking her up on the way, I told her.
Georgia smiled.
I sighed.
From what I got from Michael, as well as what I got from the hospital yesterday,
a lot happened. The boy, whos also the father of the two children, is fourteen.
His step-mother raped him repeatedly over the years, and then got pregnant
with his babies. She then had said babies, and used them to keep the boy quiet
about it all. The father was none the wiser to it all, but basically that was
because he was high out of his mind, I told her. After the second child was
born at home, addicted to God knows what drugs, and then totally failed to be
cared for, the boy took it as his cue to get the hell out. He stole their car, took
the kids, and had been parked in that gas station parking lot for about twelve
hours before Michael caught him trying to steal candy and milk for the kids.
Georgia stopped and turned half way through the story, but by the time I was
finished recounting it, tears were in her eyes, as well as in my eyes.
I nodded. Thats where the SWAT team was last night. Doing a raid on that
house. The judge whos overseeing the case is the son of a man that abused
him, so he wasnt tolerant at hearing what happened to Madden.
Nico came through the door, shoving a lock pick into his pocket as he threw the
door opened.
He walked past the bed and pushed me hard enough that I fell backward,
causing me to laugh.
He shot me an Ill get you back look, and turned to his wife.
If you were interested in that, why didnt you just ask your husband? Nico
asked cheekily.
Georgia sat down on the bed beside me and slipped her socks on before
shoving her feet into tennis shoes.
Probably because Im still mad at you, she said, tossing him a fake glare.
I snorted.
I told you I was too tired to change that diaper! I didnt steal your hamburger,
and I didnt pour hot sauce in your tea! It was a freakin diaper! One! He said,
raising his hands in the air for emphasis.
Well be back, brother dear. Take care of the babies and the diapers, until we
get back, I ordered.
I closed the front door behind me and walked with her to my car.
My beautiful baby.
Georgia got into the passenger side, and I dropped into the drivers side before I
told her.
A lot, actually. Drugs. Enough drugs that they think they were dealers. Dirty
needles. Cocaine and weed. Horrible living conditions. Both parents were high
as hell. Neither one of them even knew the kids were missing - thats how gone
they were, I told her, backing out of the driveway and turning left to head to the
highway.
Georgia hummed.
A tractor was taking up three quarters of the road, and I contemplated passing
him on the shoulder when he finally moved over, allowing me to pass.
Theyre going to split them up, I can see it now, she said softly.
I winced.
Madden was a good kid, but he was in no way, shape, or form, ready to raise
two kids, seeing as he was only a kid himself.
She frowned.
Ill try, honey. But I cant promise a single thing, she explained. I cant make
any promises.
I nodded in understanding. I know. I just want you to try the best you can. Work
with Shiloh. Anything is better than what they had. I just feel so horrible about
the situation.
She patted my hand as I stopped at the stoplight that would lead us to the
hospital.
And what about that other little boy? Hows he doing? She asked.
I smiled happily.
Much better, actually. They said he opened his eyes yesterday. I was going to
stop in and see Nathan since Ill already be up on the peds floor, I informed
her. But we have to be back at your house by twelve so I can make my one
oclock class. Okay?
Georgia nodded. Yeah, that sounds good. Then I can be there in time for Nico
to go to work, and we wont have to call your mom to watch the kids.
I blinked at the cop cars that were lined up at the front entrance of the hospital.
Whats going on? I asked the woman that was standing in front of my parked
car.
The woman turned and shrugged. I dont know. Theyre not letting anybody in
or out.
He sounded distracted, but that wasnt going to stop me from getting inside.
Hey, I said. Were outside the ER entrance and therere a bunch of people
outside the doors. Whats going on?
He cleared his throat.
There was another murder, he said softly. Give me a few minutes to come
down and Ill escort you inside.
Chapter 11
Dont make fun of a woman with big lips. Shes probably thick and tired of it.
-E-card
Michael
Agent Palmer offered me a file folder, and I steeled myself before opening the
offending folder.
All of these have happened within the last three weeks. Roughly every three
days. This is correct with that timeline, he admitted softly.
Well that wouldve been news you shouldve shared yesterday seeing as this
happened today and here I am again, I muttered, staring at the scene in front
of me.
I wasnt a detective.
Being a detective took dedication, time I didnt have, and serious patience and
perseverance.
I had the dedication and the perseverance, but not the other two.
Which was why it was confusing to me that I was here at a crime scene looking
at the carnage that was left behind.
There werent any bodies left because those had gone to the hospital the
moment the first responders arrived.
First responders had arrived within minutes, and both the woman and the man
thatd been shot had been rushed to the hospital.
They werent expected to live, although the last I heard they were both rushed
to surgery.
There wasnt much they could do when the couple was shot in the head, but
they still had to try.
Wolfgang Amsel worked for Karnack Police Department. His wife, Abby Amsel,
was an accountant for Roscoe and Rush Accounting firm. Abby was eight and a
half months pregnant with her first child, Agent Palmer informed me.
I nodded.
The name sounded so familiar, but I couldnt place the name with a face.
What doctors office do these women go to? I asked, the thought suddenly
occurring to me.
The Womens Center of East Texas for this one. The others are various ones
of the Ark-La-Tex, he said. But all of their systems interconnect since the
doctors float throughout the offices.
On the counter was the officers service weapon, badge, and various
accessories he wore on his utility belt, car keys, and his phone.
When a law enforcement officer has fallen, theres a tradition that other officers
wear a thin line of blue over their badges to commemorate the fallen life.
Its usually only worn during the period of mourning, but over the years, it has
come to be a show of respect for all law enforcement officials, civilians and
public servants alike.
Palmer looked over and pursed his lips at the sight. Yeah.
The badge had two strips of black duct tape arranged in an X across the badge,
as if he was saying he took care of that particular officer.
I wasnt a crime scene tech, but that would be a place that Id look for prints.
Theyve already collected the evidence, but Ill just take that to the techs and
see if they can find anything, Palmer said as he took an evidence bag out of his
pocket, then used the tip of his pencil to hook the badge and drop it into the
bag.
Once zipped, he said, Thats why I wanted you here. I noticed the other day
you had a good eye. Nobody else could tell me much about the suspect, but
you did.
Palmers phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket before answering it with a
muttered, Yeah?
Youre fucking shitting me, Agent Palmer said in surprise. No fucking shit?
Alright, well come down now.
Palmer was already headed out the door, and I followed behind him quickly.
The officer at the door, who was guarding the door for us, nodded as we
passed.
When Palmer hung up the phone he looked at me with elation in his eyes.
The cop, he said nodding to the house. Made it through surgery and is
talking. He wants to speak with us.
Us?
I didnt question it, however, only got into my truck and followed him to the
hospital.
Since the shooting had taken place, everyone and their brother was here,
reporter wise, which meant that my fellow men in blue had to be here to take
care of crowd control.
Are you with the FBI? One reporter asked as we started pushing through the
crowd.
Are you the officer who responded to the Baby Cop Killer? Another reporter
asked.
But I acted like I hadnt heard, and kept pushing through right along with
Palmer.
Agent Elliott met us at the ERs doors and held the door open wide as we
crossed through.
Hes awake, first and foremost. He woke up viciously the moment the
anesthesia wore off, but he cant speak per se, Elliott explained. The bullet
missed his brain completely. Apparently, at the last moment, Amsel jerked to
the side. The bullet passed through the base of his neck and came out his
mouth just perfectly. He lost a few teeth, and has a quite a bit of tissue and
muscle damage in his neck, but hes expected to make a complete recovery.
Had to tell him that his wife died on the OR table. The baby didnt make it
either.
I shook my head.
That didnt sound good, even with him saying he would make a full recovery.
His wife was dead. His kid was dead. His life was forever changed.
I knew I couldnt.
Even though I hadnt had her the last year and a half, I still knew she was okay.
He would forever live knowing he couldnt protect his woman and child.
Then I shivered.
This is him. I got him a pad of paper to write everything down. I also had them
fax the copies of all the members who work for The Womens Center, Elliott
said, shaking his hand that had a thick pile of papers in it.
When I made to wait outside, Elliott jerked his head. You too. He asked for
you.
Mother fucker.
That guy. The murdered father in the crime scene that started this case for me.
Elliott nodded. Yeah, needless to say hes not doing too good.
***
An hour later, with more information than Agent Palmer had in months over
multiple cases, we walked out of Wolfgang Amsels hospital room.
Black.
Amsel had explained that hed just gotten off work and was in the kitchen eating
the breakfast his wife had just cooked for him when someone had knocked at
the door.
Shed gone to answer it, and hed looked up when she started backing up.
His service weapon had been at the island, half a room away from him, so hed
turned.
He looked over in time to see his wife gunned down moments later by a man
with black hair.
And he was left to watch as his wife fought for her life.
My phone rang when we made it to the waiting room, and I smiled when I saw it
was Nikki.
Hey, she said worriedly. Were outside the ER entrance and therere a bunch
of people outside the doors. Whats going on?
I cleared my throat.
There was another murder, I said softly. Give me a few minutes to come
down and Ill escort you inside.
Shed been by to see Nathan Cox multiple times since hed been there.
And with what Id told her last night about Madden and his two kids, I knew
shed be here as soon as she could.
In the eyes of the law, a child is solely your child, no matter what the age.
Although it got a little hairy when you couldnt take care of your children.
The best way to make this happen was to place all three within a home that was
willing to take them on.
And that was where Nikki, Shiloh, and Georgia came in.
I gotta go let my girl in, I told the two men in front of me. Shes stuck outside
the ER with a shit ton of cops and reporters.
Thats fine. Were leaving anyway. Well walk down with you, Elliott said.
Nodding, I hit the down button, and the elevator doors swung open.
Do you think what you got today will help? I asked the two as the doors closed
and we started to descend.
And it was.
They deserved unity and support from the public, and with all the cop related
shootings going on lately, it wasnt looking good for us.
Once outside, they went left, and I went straight to where I could see Nikki and
the two women at her sides.
Hey, I said, pointing towards the gap in the saw horses the police had erected.
They all nodded and started pushing through the last of the crowd until they
arrived at the gap.
He winked. Gotcha.
Both girls came around the barrier and I pulled Nikki against my side with my
arm around her shoulders. I need a hug thatll turn into sex, she whispered
against the skin of my neck. I squeezed her shoulders tightly, pulling her even
deeper into me. Then, like a boss, I said, I could give that to youif you want.
Chapter 12
Nikki
Hello? Michael answered his phone with a large bite of hamburger taking up
the majority of his mouth.
Michael grinned, and I could see chunks of food in his mouth, causing me to
turn away in disgust.
My stomach roiled, and I looked down at the barely eaten plate of nachos Id
ordered for lunch-one hundred percent sure that if I tried to eat them Id be
barfing in no time.
Itd been four weeks since all the business with Madden and his children had
gone down, and a little over four weeks since little Nathan Cox had been
admitted to the hospital for a gunshot wound to his head.
All four were doing fine, and Madden was with his children at a temporary foster
home until we could figure out a more permanent situation.
Then there was the murderer out there killing cops and their pregnant wives.
That part was so scary because I worried for my friends and family, since all of
them were cops.
Nausea started to slither up the back of my throat, and I hastily grabbed my cup
of tea before taking several sips in a vain attempt to keep it down.
I told you to buy a four wheel drive, Michael said, taking another bite of his
sandwich.
Yeah, Ill be there in twenty minutes, Michael said with a laugh. Dont dig it
down any more. Ill be there.
I opened my eyes when I felt the table cloth move from him standing up.
I raised an expectant brow at him, all the while trying not to let on just how badly
I felt.
My sisters stuck in her front yard. I have to go pull her out. Do you want to go
or are you going home to study? He asked hopefully.
Although Id spent time with him over the last month, Ive not spent much time
with him.
We were togetherjust not together. I was there physically, just not mentally.
Id been studying for my final exam that would hopefully lead to me being a
certified mid-wife in the state of Texas.
A test that I was taking next week if all worked out as planned.
The only time we actually spent together, without me studying, was when I was
laying in his arms at night.
Thats cause youve been studying into the wee hours of the night, working so
much you get overtired and waking up at the crack of dawn for more studying,
he admonished, helping me around the table and easing me into the aisle.
Buckle up, baby, he whispered, running the rough palm of his hand up my
thigh.
I shivered at the familiar touch, and my core started to clench in anticipation.
Nausea completely forgotten now that I could only think about how his cock
would feel inside myNikki! Control yourself!
What are you thinking about? Michael asked, the look on his face comically
knowing.
Nothing. I muttered, trying my best to make the whole horny feeling go away.
It was there to stay, and would be until either he, or I, took care of it.
Wed driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he
suddenly pulled off into a corpse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the
grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.
Michael! I gasped.
Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing
the windshield.
I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in
excitement.
Do you know, he murmured against my neck, What its like to see you like
this?
I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from
my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.
Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he
touched them.
I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue
slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.
My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my
skirt and slowly started to work it up.
It wasnt long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasnt wearing
panties.
You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get
hard, and your eyes start to dilate, he informed me, moving his hand until his
fingers zeroed in on my *.
Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found
purchase inside me.
Yeah, all of its for you, I told him honestly. All I can think about is having you
inside of me.
He chuckled against my neck. Do you know what its like to have a boner in the
same room as your womans brother? Its not fuckin easy, and it happens all
the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.
Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his belt being
released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.
When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the
cheeks of my ass before he said, Sit up.
I dont know whats wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so
roughly had me seeing stars.
Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel, he
ordered me.
I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and
swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.
I moaned again.
Yeah, you fill me so good, I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his
big dick as far as I could get him.
His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed
me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.
I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into
my waiting channel.
Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I
finally came down from the high hed just delivered to me.
I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.
He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.
I snorted.
I cant help it. Thats all I think about. Your cock, I teased.
He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins wed gotten from
Chick-Fil-A the night before.
Handing half to me, I placed it on the front of my vagina while he took the back,
doing his best to catch the come that started to leak from my * the moment it
was free of his cock.
I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his
come before retaking my seat.
Hed already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering
column.
He gave me a yeah right look and took the bag off his steering column, offering
it to me. There.
I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.
He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and
backing out of the makeshift driveway.
He tossed me a look. Were not going to be late. You cant be late to somethin
like this.
Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea
starting to return now that the horniness wasnt there to overwhelm the nausea.
You can be late to something like this if your sisters been sitting in the
driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there, I retorted.
He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that hed done so.
My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house
in the first place because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on
getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and shed
tear up her yard. Then when she didnt get the driveway, I told her to get a four
wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck
gets a two wheel drive Jeep?
I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didnt have an answer for him.
What was the point of a Jeep if it didnt have four wheel drive?
Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the
world.
Or, at least, Michael would get a fat head thinking he was always right.
She lives out in the boonies, too, which means its a drive from wherever Im
at, he told me as he turned down a dirt road. And its a fixer upper, so Im
there every other weekend, it seems like.
But then we hit a pot hole causing the truck to dip down low.
He read the state I was in quickly with a quick scan of his eyes, and pulled over.
Not that it was much.
He stopped the truck quickly, and I had enough time to throw my door open
before I lost the lunch that Id barely eaten.
My head felt like it was a million times too big as I threw up everything I had in
there, then started dry heaving.
I guess Michael was worried about me falling out of the truck because his hand
went to the waist band of my skirt to hold on while I violently puked.
He was on his side of the fence, but still, the surprise of it all had me squeaking
in surprise.
Yeah, Im okay now. Ive been nauseous since breakfast, I told him.
I shrugged. I dont know. Maybe. We have so many sick people come through
the hospital every day that its possible. But I havent a clue. I just hope it goes
the hell away.
Reluctantly, he let my skirt go, and turned back to face the front of the truck.
I waved my hand. Ill stay in the car. Youre all the way out here, and Ill be fine
as long as you dont mind.
He shook his head. No, I dont mind. Just dont spread your cooties to me.
I snorted, and pulled the door closed, tossing a glance at the cow who looked a
little bit sad to see me go.
I leaned my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes as Michael started
moving the truck back down the road. At a much slower pace this time.
His hand captured mine, and he held it on top of the middle console for another
two miles.
None at all.
And with all the rain wed been getting over the past two months, her yard
resembled more of a lake rather than a yard.
She drives a jacked up two wheel drive Jeep I said unsurprised. Why would
she lift a two wheel drive?
Exactly!
He tried carefully, but the moment he pulled into her yard, his tires sank and
started to spin.
I couldnt see it because the woman that was coming out of the little brown
house was beautiful.
She had the same beautiful brown hair, and even from this distance I could see
that her eyes were the same translucent blue.
She looks just like you, I observed as he pulled a u-ey in her yard and started
to back up.
Mud splattered and slammed against the windows, causing me to laugh at the
situation.
But I hadnt done it in so long that Id forgotten the way you slipped and slid.
It helped that Michaels truck was so big. And his tires were so mean looking.
He rolled the window down and placed his hand on the windows ledge while he
lined up to his target.
Because he had it backed up to Hannahs Jeep in no time, and was bailing out
before I could ask him if he needed me to do anything.
I was studying the horses across the street when Michaels voice yelled for me.
Nikki!
I stuck my head out the window and turned around until I could see him.
Hannah and Michael were standing close, both of them looking at me.
Hannah smiled.
Appreciate that. If I catch it, itll mean Reggie will catch it! She thanked me.
Good, he muttered. Now get into the drivers seat and back it up a little more.
Scrambling over the seat, I scooted the seat up to where I could reach the
pedals easily, and backed the truck up.
Im sorry! I yelled.
She shook her head and stood up, but she still had streaks running down her
face where the tears from her laughing washed the mud away.
I raised my brow at him, but he couldnt see me because he was busy attaching
the chain hed produced from his toolbox to both vehicles.
Hed done that quite a few times in the month Id really been spending time with
him.
Three instances where all of a sudden his mood would just snap from one
extreme to the other.
Going from really happy, to pissed off at the slightest thing in a matter of
seconds.
I had sisters.
Enough said.
Also, it was easier not to call attention to it and act like nothing was wrong.
That was the fastest way to get him back on track, and I knew he was grateful
that I didnt heckle him about it.
Alright, Hannah. I want you to give it some gas when you start to feel the tug
on the chain, okay? He confirmed.
She nodded, and he started to the drivers side door, so I moved before he
could ask me to.
I was in my seat when he opened the door, and I had to look the other way so
he wouldnt see the smile on my face.
The tightening of the chain sounded, and both of them started giving it gas.
Shes going forward, he said, covering his face with his hands. Please tell me
shes not. Because Ill be embarrassed to call her my sister.
I hopped out of the truck, and my white tennis shoes immediately sank into the
mud.
It came all the way up to my lower calves, but I got out to circumvent the
argument I knew was about to ensue.
Her eyes widened, and then she covered her mouth with her hand. Shit!
With pink cheeks, she pushed it up into reverse and started to go backwards.
Michael then started to go forward, and immediately pulled her out of the dirt
with little to no effort at all.
He drug her all the way to the road where he pulled over and parked just to the
side of the road and got out.
Hannah fell out of her Jeep because she was parked on the incline that lead to
a ditch, causing her to trip and nearly fall on her face.
Her baby brother, though, saved her before she could even make it to her
knees.
Youll need to keep parking here where its packed ground, otherwise youll
keep getting stuck, he told her, setting her on her feet.
I crossed my arms over my chest and turned to look at the dog that was
peeking out the door behind me.
He was a black lab that had a white mask covering the entirety of his face.
Thats Mogley, Hannah said from behind me. Hes a sucker for some lovins.
I smiled. Hes sweet. I used to have a black lab like him named Nike. My dad
had to put him to sleep when he was fifteen because he couldnt walk anymore.
Too many Frisbee tosses, I guess.
Mogleys a whiz with a tennis ball. He used to be my exs, but Joshua didnt
want to take care of him anymore when he started to lose his desire to duck
hunt, she said sadly.
What a dick.
How could you just get rid of a dog who was too old to do what you asked of
him?
Id kill for a puppy, but my apartments pet deposit was outrageous, and you
couldnt have a dog over twenty five pounds.
And, although I loved small dogs, I couldnt handle the high pitch barking that
came with them.
I much preferred a dog that would protect me. Play with me. And genuinely
have fun with me.
Michael came up to the porch and offered Mogley a scratch on the head before
he started stripping off his boots, followed quickly by his pants.
He glared at her.
Drive home in my underwear, he said simply.
Of course he would.
Whereas, if a woman had tried to drive home in nothing but a bra and panties,
shed get into trouble for it.
I have some of Joshuas old clothes in the spare bedroom. They wont fit you
well, but Im pretty sure theres a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt or something,
she told him.
I blinked.
I was waiting.
Which was why I was denying, with everything I had, what I sorely suspected
wasnt food poisoning or a stomach bug.
I was pregnant.
Very pregnant.
Because since Id hooked back up with Michael, Id not had my period.
I could tell you within the hour of when I was going to start, because it started at
the same time every month.
Which meant that the first time we were together wed conceived a child.
A child that I had to convince him that he could have. Who could be healthy.
Who could be a good person, just like he was. Whether he wanted to admit he
was a good man or not.
You love him, she confirmed, nodding her head. Good. Hes a good man.
Hes a sap for a little kid, though. As you can see, hes collecting them once
again, she said with a snicker. A year or so ago, he saved a little boy from a
car crash, and stayed with him for four hours while he was cut out of a car. Now
Jackson is Michaels biggest fan. They still hang out with each other every once
in a while. Hell, hes Reggies best friend. Hes all she talks about sometimes.
How old is Reggie? I asked, gathering up Michaels clothes and boots and
putting them into a trash bag that Hannah had magically produced out of a
planter/secret hiding spot between two chairs on her porch.
Shes two and a half, going on eighteen, Hannah laughed. Shes Michaels
little mini-me. Imitates everything Michael does, and it drives my ex-husband
bonkers. I love it.
Which he proved when he said, I like it when my two favorite girls get along,
smiling and laughing.
I gave him a thumbs up. Well, we were laughing at you. Does that make you
feel any different?
He shook his head in the negative.
He was in a black pair of jogging shorts that were seriously too tight on him,
mostly because I could make out the outline of his cock through the shorts. And
although it was a very nice outline, it wasnt something I wanted the world to be
seeing.
Normally, I only got to see him when we were at his house or mine. And it was
only in the privacy of our bedroom.
Joslin and I didnt get along. At all. She was selfish and stuck up. She also
hated the fact that I called her on her shit when I picked up ER rotations.
Something she really, really didnt like, she answered.
Ahh, I said. That makes sense. She hates me because I do that, too.
Hannah grinned. Looks like we have a ton of stuff in common. And guess what!
We can gang up on her at family dinners and Christmases! Because my big
brother is being stupid and marrying the cheating hoe!
Michaels head tilted to the side. Howd you know she cheated?
Hannah looked at him as if he were stupid. Michael, baby brother dear, Im not
stupid. I work in the same hospital she does. And her stink doesnt just stay on
the ground floor. It permeates to all the floors. Trust me.
I had to agree.
She was the hoe of the hospital, and everyone knew it.
They may not know her by sight, but they knew her by name, and that name
wasnt really pretty.
They call her Whoreslin instead of Joslin, Hannah informed him.
He blinked.
He blinked. If everyone calls her that, she has to know. The woman is far from
dumb, he told me.
I shrugged. No matter. Whatever she is, is not dumb. But she also has no care
of what others think of her. Shes going to do what she does without another
thought on what anyone else thinks.
So will you be on time for dinner tonight? Hannah asked, changing the
subject.
I was glad.
A year and a half of working with her, and I still hated it.
The fact that I was about to meet his parents, though, wasnt much better.
In fact, the nausea was back full force at the thought of meeting them.
I could talk to someone, of course, but I always said or did something to make
myself look stupid.
Well be there on time, I think. Unless something with the team comes up,
Michael said, lifting his arms high above his head to rest on the lip of the porchs
roof.
His way too short shirt rode up exposing his taut belly, and my mouth started to
water.
His belly was covered with tattoos, but I could still see the defined ridges of his
abdominals peeking out.
And it never hurt to see his tattoos. Something which made me so happy to see
on display since they were made for people to see.
Not that he agreed with me.
Itd been the subject of many discussions, and Id finally decided to just let it be.
Well, its not like you have any control of when you get a SWAT callout. It is
what it is, she said, waving her arm at the idea that hed be late for that. Mom
will get over it.
I sensed that this was also a sore subject, him being on the SWAT team, and I
made a mental note to ask him about it later.
Alright, Hannah. Ive got to run. Weve got a lunch with the boys, but Ill see you
later this afternoon, he said to his sister.
Hannah walked forward and hugged him, effectively getting him muddy once
again, but not nearly as much as hed been before.
He scrunched her hair and kissed her forehead before he let her go.
Then, before I could think or say anything to the contrary, I was picked up.
One of his arms swept my legs out from under me, and the other went behind
my shoulders to catch me as I fell.
I squealed and looped my arms around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life,
even though I knew hed never drop me.
He snorted.
Youre not heavy. Youre petite. Which is the opposite of too heavy, he said
with that annoyingly sweet tone of his.
I could hear the way his feet sank into the mud with each step, and I couldnt
help but object.
Michael, my feet are already covered in mud. Why are you carrying me? I
asked.
He laughed.
Dont put off tomorrow what you shouldve done today. Maybe I willtomorrow.
-Fact of life
Nikki
He ran his tongue from my collarbone all the way to my ear lobe, which he
sucked into his mouth, running his tongue along the outer shell.
He was already pulling my jeans down my thighs, pushing them down with both
hands as he bent me over the side of the bed.
Ill be quick, he rumbled deeply, making my eyes roll back in my head when
his bearded cheeks ran down my slit as he traced the length of my sex with his
tongue.
The scratchy beard covering his chin dug deliciously into my clit, and I was on
the verge of coming when he pulled back so abruptly that I cried out in
frustration.
I looked over my shoulder at him, saw the gleam in his eyes, and knew he was
joking.
Narrowing my eyes I gave him the stink eye. Youve already got me on the
brink. How about you just finish the job? I asked, wiggling my ass for effect.
He grinned and slowly worked the zipper of his jeans down, unbuttoned them,
then lowered his pants from around his hips just enough that he could free his
erection without much maneuvering.
He knew how much he affected me, and I didnt care one bit.
Michael, I urged, pushing my hips back against him.
His eyes darkened, and he lined his cock up with my entrance before slowly
easing inside.
My hair flipped over my back, and Michael caught it, fisting it into his hands as
he pulled back his hips.
Then he sank back inside, pulling my hair to urge me to move back against him
at the same time.
I obliged, throwing my hips back so hard that a loud smack filled the room
where our hips collided.
He grunted.
Thats the way you want to do this? He asked casually, as if he wasnt driving
me crazy with his slow movements.
Yes! I screamed.
Pulling his hips back until the meaty head of his cock stayed notched in my
entrance, he rammed back inside of me so hard that my knees lifted from the
bed.
My previous orgasm barreling back towards the finish line as he slammed into
me, harder and harder until the only thing I anticipated was the delicious pain
that shot through me each time he sank inside of me.
His free hand, that wasnt pulling back on my hair, found a home on my ass,
squeezing it tighter and tighter until I was sure hed pull my ass off.
The erotic pain, the pure pleasure, and the excitement smashed through me all
at once, and I spontaneously combusted.
Or so it felt like.
One traveled to my clit while the other went to one of my breasts: pulling,
plucking, and tickling.
Jesus, he grunted.
Then I felt the hot splash of his come pouring into me, filling me up, and
marking me as his.
He pushed forward one final time and stayed planted, panting with exertion.
You know, he said. I dont even muster up this much sweat when I run.
I groaned.
I cant complain.
And I couldnt.
If I had to deal with the sweat to get the pleasure I just had, then Id take it every
day of the week and twice on Sundays.
I was on my belly on the bed, and I could feel his essence leaking out of me in a
gush.
I flipped him off, no doubt leaking come all over the bed.
Which he did only seconds later, wrapping his big hands around my waist and
standing me up.
Clean up, pull up your pants, and lets go. I can just hear my mom screeching
now, Michael teased.
Wed just had sex when we shouldve been leaving, Nikki Pena!
Gah! I said hurriedly, placing the palm of my hand between my legs to catch
any stray drops that might leak out as I hobbled to the bathroom, my pants still
around my ankles from where hed left them earlier.
Michael laughed as he watched, sitting down on the bed to holster his gun and
tie his shoes.
Twenty minutes later, and only ten minutes late, we pulled up to his parents
house.
It was gorgeous.
It was one of those plantation houses with white paint, huge white pillars, red
shutters, and a large front porch that housed rocking chairs.
Id grown up on a farm.
My brother, being the only boy, had gotten a room by himself while my sisters
and I all had to spilt into three.
Yeah, he agreed, opening his door and hurrying around to mine. It was good.
I hopped out when he offered me his hand, and started up the front walk.
Or was that the nausea that hadnt gone away for three days?
Id met his parents on the peds floor, of course, but only long enough to chat
with them since theyd both been working at the time.
Meeting them at their house, in their territory, on their baby boys arm, was a
different thing entirely.
Its going to be okay, I promise, he told me, as we walked up the front walk of
his parents house.
His eyes went from the front door to my ass, and I could see his pupils dilate.
Then the door in front of me opened, and a beautiful woman, with Michaels
blue eyes, opened the door, and at her back was a man with Michaels brown
hair. With a few gray hairs that only added to its awesomeness.
Michael, youre late, his mother said reprovingly. Then her eyes lit on
Michaels bared arms, and I winced.
I shouldve let him wear the long sleeve one he wanted to wear.
Ma, he said, walking in with me behind him. We were held up trying to find a
matching shoe.
Id been looking under the bed, and hed been looking at my ass instead of for
my shoe.
Nikki! Hannah called from further beyond. Im glad you could make it!
I smiled genuinely at Hannah, then melted even further as the little girl in her
arms launched herself at Michael.
Reggie was a ball of sunshine and happiness wrapped up in a hot pink dress
and brown curls.
I wanted her!
The rest of us watched as Michael spun Reggie in a circle, arms extended out
in front of him while he held her suspended in the air.
She screeched and yelled, hollering and hooting as she did the airpane.
Alright, children. Thats enough. How about some dinner? Elizabeth chastised
them gently.
He placed Reggie on the floor, and we all watched as she started to stumble as
her equilibrium came back to her in slow increments.
Michael caught her before she could face plant, and laughed at her.
You did better, Reggie-Roo, he said, pulling her tightly into his chest.
Dearly.
Whats for dinner? Another voice called from the living room.
He had the same tanned skin and brown hair. But that was where their
similarities stayed.
This man had a more baby face with a very lean build to him.
He didnt look much like the rest of the family, like Hannah and Michael did.
I made lemon pepper chicken and garlic mashed potatoes with asparagus and
a pound cake for dessert, Elizabeth smiled, happy that someone had asked her
what shed made.
I noticed how the man nodded, and the woman plastered against him grimaced.
I really didnt like the woman, and I mustve unconsciously protected myself
from thinking about it all day, because until just now, Id completely forgotten
shed be here.
Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as he
said, Smells great, mom. I hope you made some sweet tea, though. Im thirsty.
I knew that because she always liked to say how Texas wasnt New York.
Well, lead the way, ma. Youre complainin about how I was late, yet here you
are lolly-gaggling, Michael teased.
Dinner was excellent. And not a thing went wrong the entire time.
I kept my eyes on my own plate, smiled at everyone, and acted like I was
comfortable.
Joslin did nothing but glare at me the entire time, and I lost patience with her
about thirty minutes into the meal, and started glaring right back.
More chicken?
I looked up to find Dean holding the chicken dish out to me, and I shook my
head. No, thank you.
His eyes narrowed when I wouldnt take the dish, and I looked down at my
empty plate.
Dean doesnt like it when the women in his life dont eat as much as a small
horse, Michael mumbled around a bite of bread. I keep telling him to get over
it, but he has a phobia.
I blinked.
Not with the way my stomach had been roiling on and off lately.
So, Mom, Joslin interrupted the conversation with her normal awesome self.
What are we doing for the holidays? I really want to go to Colorado to ski
again.
We tried that last year and it didnt go well; thats off the table for this year,
Manuelo muttered, making me love him in that instant. Plus, now we have
another person to add to the mix well have to start syncing our schedules now.
My heart warmed at the mention of me, and when Manuelo smiled at me, I
knew hed forever have my heart.
If anyone can take on Joslin like that, then I was all for him!
But last year the boys picked. This years the girls pick, Joslin whined.
Michael made his mouth busy by shoving another piece of bread in it, but I
could tell he wanted to yell at her.
Hell, so did I.
I didnt, of course.
How about we talk about this when it comes closer to time? Its only April,
Dean offered.
Alright, well since everyones done, Ill clean the dishes. Nikki, Joslin, how
about you two help me? Elizabeth asked nicely.
Give me a mop or a toilet brush all day long, but the thought of touching food
and smelling it really made me want to gag.
Okay, I said brightly, standing up and reaching for Michaels and my plate.
When I started to pull Michaels plate away, he held onto it until I looked into his
eyes.
For me.
Smiling at him, I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, whispering, Im
okay.
He looked into my eyes, studying me for long moments, then nodded. Bring me
some pie on the way back out.
See, thats what I like to hear! Lizzie, when are you gonna learn how to obey
like that? Manuelo asked loudly.
Makin us look bad, my dear, Elizabeth said once the door swung shut behind
us.
They had one of those swinging doors that Id only seen in movies, and their
kitchen was state of the art.
Youre welcome to make them anytime you wish, as long as you share,
Elizabeth offered graciously.
Deal, I said, stopping by the trash to dump what remained on the two plates in
my hand into the trash before walking them to the sink where Elizabeth was
rinsing the dishes.
Joslin took a seat at the table and started leafing through a magazine, leaving
Elizabeth and I to fill the silence, which was surprisingly easy, considering.
So, what made you want to be a midwife? Elizabeth asked, offering me a
rinsed off dish to load into the dishwasher.
Im a paramedic. The first call I ever took when I was on my own was a forty
week pregnant woman having her baby in a closet in her bedroom. It was
during one of those storms that threatened to hail and damage everything in the
affected area with its high winds. Theyd just rung the tornado siren when we
showed up, I told her. So we get there, and shed already moved to the closet
with her freaking out husband at her side. Thats where we delivered her. And
Ive been hooked ever since.
Those are the types of stories I love to hear. As you know, I work on the peds
floor. It can be depressing at times to hear some stories, Elizabeth said,
handing me a handful of forks.
Dean and I have decided to try invitro fertilization, Joslin announced from her
spot at the table.
Weve been trying for over a year, so Dean went to get tested and they
discovered he had a very low sperm count. They suggested invitro, but even
then theyre not sure that hell be able to fertilize my eggs. Were going to ask
Michael if hed be willing to donate sperm
I dropped the plate I was holding and stormed out of the room.
I was so mad that I could spit nails, and when I found Dean and Michael in a
tense huddle in the corner of the living room.
I told her that were going to ask Michael to donate sperm, Joslin announced
to the room as a whole.
Michael turned stiffly and stared at me, ready for what he knew was coming.
Im a hothead.
Im not having kids with anyone, so its a moot point, Michael said, crossing his
arms over his chest.
My baby brother is not having a kid with you. Thats fucked, Hannah put in her
two cents.
But it wouldnt be his kid and mine, itd be mine and Deans, Joslin continued
to whine.
Yeah right. You know damn well and good that if its Michaels DNA, hell have
a responsibility to that kid, even if you want him not to, Manuelo said seriously.
Itd be our kid! He wouldnt have any say to it! Joslin dug herself deeper.
Michaels body became tense, and I knew he was about to say something
harsh.
Michael and I are serious, and Im really not comfortable with having a child of
his running around with yall. Not to say that you wouldnt be capable parents, I
told Dean. But whats a part of Michael is a part of me. So would yall be
comfortable with sharing this child with me and Michael? Because I know I
wouldnt be comfortable doing that with yall.
I think that we need to talk to Michael without you here, Dean said softly.
Joslin, why dont you go finish cleaning the kitchen with Nikki and
No, shes right. I wont be having any kids. But if I were, it wouldnt be with
Joslin. Sorry, Michael said, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking
around the room at all the occupants.
Like he hadnt wanted to have children with her. Nor her to have any children
with anyone else.
Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.
Gotta go, he muttered, looking at the readout. Nikki, come on. Lets go.
I cannot believe, I said, plugging my seatbelt in, That she asked you that.
Michael snorted. She always wanted kids. And I think Dean was in the process
of telling me he didnt want kids either, when you burst through the door like a
hot fire poker was shoved up your ass.
I winced.
He pulled out of his parents subdivision, flipping the lights on that I hadnt
realized were there.
Wow, I said, looking up at the flashing lights that were mounted to his rearview
mirror. Does it make sounds, too?
He hit a button on his steering wheel, and the sound of a loud air horn, followed
by the distinct buuuurp-burrrp most police cars used filled the night air.
You can take my truck back to your house, he muttered. Ill get someone to
drop me off at my place.
I blinked.
No, theres no telling when Ill be back, he told me as he pulled into the station.
Then, without another word, he disappeared, leaving the truck running and me
surprised and a little bit hurt.
Hed always come to my house after his calls before. Why was this time any
different?
-T-shirt
Nikki
I looked at the doctors office where I was currently waiting for my appointment,
and lied through my teeth.
He grunted. No. I was just hoping you were home so you could bring me my
spare pistol. Something is wrong with mine and I guess I need to take it in to get
it fixed.
Damn. I cant get away. Im about to go into a meeting, and I have a SWAT
seminar in Longview at twelve, he sighed.
I can bring it to Longview for you, as long as thats okay. I have to go to the
mall anyway, I offered.
He made a sound of contentment. That sounds good. What do you need at the
mall?
Pants because mine dont fit anymore, was what I was thinking, but what I said
was, New pants. Mine have something defective with the button.
The defectiveness with the button came up because I couldnt get the button to
meet the hole that was designed for it.
Id had to use a hair tie to hook the two together, and eventually Michael was
going to notice that I could no longer button my pants.
I was going to buy myself some time, though, by buying some bigger jeans.
Itd been three weeks since Id gone with Michael to pull his sister out of the
mud.
Id taken my certification test that was required in the State of Texas, and I was
now a licensed certified midwife.
Ms. Pena? A young womans voice called, making me look up from the
contemplation of my fingernails, which were sorely in need of a manicure.
This pregnancy that I wasnt announcing was really draining the hell out of me.
I nodded. Yep.
I was.
None.
If all my calculations were correct, I was well past the I just missed my period
stage.
Which was normally when women felt it safe to announce their pregnancy to the
world.
Something that I hadnt, nor wouldnt, find the courage to do anytime soon.
Alright, well get your weight and blood pressure, then youll take that cup right
there, she indicated the cup on the counter. And fill the cup up to the
Oh! I want to do that! The woman crowed. Ive been thinking about it. Is it
hard?
I smiled. Its tough, yes. I think the hardest part though, is waking up in the
middle of the night when the women start giving birth. But Im not going to go
that route with the home births. Ive already got a position lined up with Good
Shepherd. Ill be assisting the doctors there. Ill be on twelve hour shifts, ready
to play catcher if the doctors cannot make it in time, I told her.
I didnt know they had that option, she said, gesturing to the scale. Ill
seriously have to look into it. I took this job because of the baby aspect. I just
love meeting the little ones.
I could relate.
The woman had pulled to a rocking stop in a big, jacked up Chevy truck with her
frantic husband at the wheel.
The husband had been white as a sheet, and I could see why the minute I
opened the door to the truck and saw a baby practically on the verge of being
born, staring at me from the womans vagina.
His head was in the sunny side up position, which meant the baby was coming
into the world facing the sky rather than the ground like he was supposed to.
Which the woman thatd been birthing the boy was letting us know with her
eloquent play on words.
Id lifted my arms just in time to catch the boy as the woman had given one
valiant push.
The baby slid from the mothers birth canal into my outstretched hands, and
thered been no looking back since.
Okay, you can step down, the woman said. Sit here, please.
After checking my blood pressure, and filling the dreaded plastic cup, she
showed me to a room.
Im sure you know by now what this little gem is! She said, holding up a
Doppler.
I nodded, sat down, and lifted my shirt. Sure do. Have at it.
You said you were twelve weeks, so that should be more than enough time for
her to develop and allow us to hear the heartbeat.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the Doppler at work, amazed at
how different it was from this end.
I smiled, and tears filled my eyes, as I listened to mine and Michaels baby for
the very first time.
One forty two. Perfect perfect! She said. Alright, my dear. My names Dalia if
you need anything. The doctor should be in with you in about ten to fifteen
minutes, Dalia explained as she headed to the rooms door, and then closed it
quietly behind her.
Most women usually went in when they were four to six weeks pregnant.
Seeing as I was twelve, I wouldnt have to have the normal vaginal ultrasound. I
could have the one that would run over the outside of my belly.
I busied myself with a magazine on birthing a child, all the while I tried to tell
myself to calm down and not freak out.
I knew one thing, though, and that was that this baby was mine, and I loved it
already.
And I planned on telling him tonight after we had dinner with our families.
Maybe that would help him stay calm and help him realize that having a child
wasnt the end of the world.
The door to the room clicked open, and I looked up into the eyes of an older
man in his mid to late sixties.
Hello, Doctor Jones said, offering his hand. Im Doctor Jones. Its nice to meet
you.
The moment my hand touched his, I felt a little zing of discomfort pulse down
my arm, but I hid it with a smile. Nice to meet you, too.
He took a seat on that little rolling chair, and I was never more thankful that I
wasnt naked than right at this moment.
Because if this man wouldve been doing stuff between my legs, I might very
well have screamed.
There wasnt anything that I could put my finger on that made me so nervous
and uncomfortable.
He did have a slight bald spot at the very top of his head, and he had too much
of a leer in his smile.
But other than that, he was a normal man for that age.
There was nothing that truly stuck out about him, but I knew I wouldnt be
coming back to this doctor if I could help it.
The way this practice worked, though, was that I had to see all of the doctors in
case of the event that my primary OB/GYN was busy with another patient or out
of town.
I had to meet with them all, and this doctor, Dr. Jones, was the first one
available.
So Id taken the appointment, even though he wasnt the doctor that I wanted to
speak with.
Alright, well your pregnancy test came back positive, so you are indeed
pregnant. Today well be doing a sonogram on you to double check the dates,
but with what I heard about you being a midwife, Im fairly positive that your
calculations on your gestation are correct, he grinned.
I hid my wince once again with a smile. Yeah, Im fairly positive myself.
Instead of telling him that I wasnt married, I just smiled and told him, Hes a
police officer.
Something in his eyes flared, but was gone just as quickly as I saw it.
Well thats nice, I bet yall are excited, he said, standing up and walking to the
sink to wash his hands.
I leaned back and lifted my shirt when he came back to me, his hands moving
to my belly.
He pressed into my abdomen, and I had to clench my core tightly when the
movement made the state of my bladder go from bearable to Defcon One.
Everything feels alright, he said, moving back until he was standing at the
sink. Ive written a prescription for prenatal vitamins, as well as some nausea
meds if you feel that youll be needing some, since I read in your chart that
youve been experiencing quite a bit of nausea and vomiting.
I nodded, and he smiled, that leer tilting up just the corner of his lips once again.
Alright, he said, standing up and heading to the door. If you have any
questions, please dont hesitate to call if need be. Do you know where the
sonogram room is?
I nodded, and he winked. Alright little lady, youre more than welcome to go!
See you next month.
I held my shiver in check until hed closed the door, and I let out a breath of air.
Because I knew damn well that Michael wouldve felt the same coming from him
as I had.
I left the little room, waving at Dalia as I headed in the direction of the
ultrasound room.
Because Memphis, the wife of another member of the SWAT team, was smiling
brightly at me.
I blinked.
When I saw your chart. I bet Michaels so happy! She cheered happily.
Wrong. Michael didnt even know!
Downy, her husband, was a really good man whod been over the moon at
hearing that Memphis was pregnant.
She probably didnt even realize that some men didnt feel the same way that
hers did.
Yeah, I havent told him yet, I informed her. And Im not sure I want toor
how to.
She blinked. But why? Hes Saint. Hes the baby whisperer. He loves children.
Yeah, I could see this going really wrong. Michael doesnt want kids, I finally
said. I dont know how hell react to hearing that Im pregnant, nor if hed be
happy about it. If Im being honest, Im fairly sure hes going to flip out and leave
me.
I shrugged.
Tonight, though, Id tell him. I didnt want him finding out from a friend when it
should be coming from his woman. At least I could give him that.
Chapter 15
Nobody cares about your problems. Weve got enough shit of our own to deal
with.
-Michael to a suspect
Michael
Surprise! I said, throwing the door to the restaurant that Id rented for the night
open, revealing all of our family and friends.
I smiled.
Oh, my God! Nikki jumped up and down, then turned and barreled into me,
knocking me off balance. You are the best man ever.
I huffed out a laugh and let her go when her parents made their way over to us.
I did all this just to get that very smile on her face.
You did good, suck up, Nico said, slapping me on the back.
I can see now that youll try to worm your way into my parents hearts. But it
wont work. Im the favorite, he deadpanned.
I blinked.
No youre not! A young woman that looked a lot like Nikki, but had yet to
develop all the luscious curves said. I am!
Nico glared at her. What the fuck are you wearing, Nila?
She looked down at the short skirt that clung to her toned thighs. A skirt.
Whats wrong with it?
Uh, Nico said, slapping his head and looking to me for direction. I know you
have a sister. Does she dress like a harlot?
I shook my head. No. Not anymore, at least. She had a baby at sixteen,
though.
Nicos eyes turned murderous. You will not have a baby! And ruin your life! Pull
your skirt down.
Our babies ruined your life? Georgia asked with laughter filling her voice.
Nicos babies were now one year olds, but Nico still acted like they were born
yesterday.
Yeah, when was the last time we had se Georgia slapped her hand over
Nicos mouth before he could finish your sentence.
you will watch your mouth around our friends, you randy bastard, Georgia
hissed at her husband.
I cracked up and turned to Nila. Its nice to meet you, finally, Nila. Ive heard a
lot about you.
Nila smiled. And I you. Although all that Nikki and I have spoken about is the
fact that you can give it to her
Not you, too! Georgia kept right on hissing. What is wrong with you Penas?
Obviously, Nikki has the right way of it, finding a man to get her the hell out of
this fucked up family.
I hadnt actually thought much past the summer, but the thought of being with
Nikki forever really made me happy.
I, at least, needed to get through this winter with her, then I could think about
marriage.
Right now, I was just happy having her in my arms, knowing shed be there
when I woke up.
I turned and walked away from the arguing siblings, offering my hand to Sol,
once again.
You did a good job, keeping this from her. I was just telling her that you were
the one to organize all of this, Sol said.
Youre good at keeping secrets, she teased. Im usually the first one to talk
my family into opening the presents. Next time Ill have to pay attention for the
signs of you hiding something.
I snorted. Youd never figure out if I was hiding something from you. You, on
the other hand, are an open book.
I nodded.
Then Memphis and Downy walked up, effectively ending our conversation.
Lolita blushed. No, my Downy, I didnt. But Im making some tomorrow, so Ill
be sure to bring you some by the station.
Downy grinned.
Score! he said, pulling his arm down quickly from head height. Make em hot!
You know how I like em!
Lolita rolled her eyes, and I turned to Memphis, only to see her looking at Nikki
oddly.
She was staring at the glass of champagne in Nikkis hand like it was a viper.
The first thing I noticed she saw was my bare arms, causing her eyes to widen
further.
I didnt like explaining why I had so many tattoos. Because with that explanation
came the explanation of the fact that I suffered from depression and I was bi
polar.
Which only launched into more conversations that I didnt want to have.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nikki turn to place her champagne glass
down on a nearby table and turn to me.
I raised a brow at the move, but she only winked and walked away, talking to
even more of her friends and family, leaving me to explain to Memphis
something that I didnt even want to get into.
***
Nikki, why arent you drinking any champagne? I bought it specifically for you!
Georgia asked, thrusting yet another glass at her.
Nikki once again waved it off. No, Im not interested in champagne tonight. I
want to enjoy this night, not forget it.
Somewhat mollified, Georgia took the drink to her lips and sipped, keeping her
eyes on Nikki, studying her.
Shed not had a drink in a very long time, now that I thought about it.
Why?
Making a note to question her later, I turned back to the conversation at hand.
So theyre making budget cuts? Where? Are they going to take away our new
body armor? The vehicles that they promised? The overtime pay that they force
us to take? Nico asked in outrage at hearing what Luke had just said.
Luke shook his head. Im only telling you the rumors Im hearing, and
explaining why Ill be attending the town hall meeting.
Well, how about they lower the amount of pay the mayor makes, or some of
the city officials? Why not take the budget cuts out of the fuckin flowers that
they plant in the middle of the road. Or the new red lights they keep putting up
that only do more problem than good, Nico muttered darkly.
Luke held his hands up in surrender.
Thats why I mentioned it. I want yall to go to the meeting with me this Friday,
Luke said.
Ive also wanted to talk to you today, too, but I could never get you. Have you
heard any more about those murders? He asked.
Everyone did.
It was now public information after the fourth one in forty square miles and two
weeks happened.
Wolf is up and talking, but hes only been able to give the minutest of details.
He can attest to the black clothes, the black hoodie, and the black boots. We
know he had black hair, and he was about five foot nine or ten. Whipcord lean.
About one hundred and eighty pounds, I told them. But yall already know that.
Parker and Elliott arent sharing much else yet. Wolf is getting released on
Monday, though. And, hopefully, hell be approved to adopt Nathan like hes
looking to do since he has no other family, I informed them.
Luke nodded.
I heard the boys finally doing better, Downy said around a mouthful of cake.
Whens he get to go home?
I shook my head. Only time will tell with him. Hes got some swelling on his
brain thats causing him to act a lot differently than he was before, so theyre
waiting for that to go down some more before they make any plans of him
getting released.
Fuck, Miller said, pulling his beer up to his lips and taking a sip.
My sentiments exactly.
My heart froze in my chest at the declaration from Nikkis little sister, and I
started to pay a little more attention.
Throwing up.
Weight gain.
Id barely brushed them in the shower this morning, and it had her begging for
me all over again.
Her eyes widened slightly, flaring with something I couldnt read, and then
disappeared before she schooled her features.
Then she excused herself from her friends and followed me out of the
restaurant, then further outside.
I didnt stop until we were in the shadows along the side of the building.
I could hear Nikkis flip flops flapping against her feet as she walked behind me.
The wind from the impending storm flapping her skirt as she hurried to catch up
to me.
She didnt catch up to me until I stopped in shadows so deep that I couldnt tell
she was standing in front of me before I moved my arms out to catch her before
she slammed into my front.
I guess I wanted so bad to give Nikki the benefit of the doubt that I ignored the
signs.
Mother. Fucker.
Mostly because her mouth was on mine, and her hands were wrapping around
my neck.
She held on tight as I started to fight her, but then she pressed those delicious
hips against my raging cock, and I forgot that I was mad.
The slinky skirt that reached her ankles tangling up in her legs as I tried to lift
her up.
She and I both shoved the skirt up until it rested up around her hips, then I
moved until I pressed her against the brick wall of the building wed just exited.
She rocked her hips against my cock, and keened when I hit her clit just right.
Nikki, I said, reaching between us to rip my cock free from the dress slacks
and place it at her entrance. Why?
She shook her head. I did everything right. I swear on my life, Michael. I did
everything right.
My eyes closed, and my heart felt like it was breaking as she sank down slowly
onto my cock.
Her heat fisted my dick, covering each and every single inch of skin covering
my length.
My eyes closed, not that it mattered anyway since it was pitch black outside
now.
The lone light wed been using for the minimal lighting it gave went out when a
hard burst of wind screamed between the buildings.
Nikki gasped, and I couldnt figure out if it was because of the pure darkness, or
the way I rammed into her, taking my frustration about the entire situation out on
her *.
And I exploded.
A baby that was a miracle in its own right, but would probably grow up to be
just like me.
She petted my head, running her nails along my scalp and making shivers
chase down my spine.
I laughed humorlessly and pulled out of her, letting her feet fall back towards the
ground.
Her skirt fell from my grasp as I did, and we sat there in an awkward silence.
Me with my head against her shoulder, and her with her arms still around me.
A sob caught in her throat, and I knew that she didnt do this on purpose.
And when she whispered, I dont know, but I love you, I knew that I would do
whatever it took to come to terms with this.
Because I had just as much of a part in the conception of this child as she did.
Chapter 16
-T-shirt
Nikki
Salsarita Mamacitas.
When Id be dancing around the kitchen making dinner, hed just roll his eyes at
me in exasperation when I tried to get him to join in.
Something about attending too many dances when he was younger or some
bullshit excuse like that.
Itd been two months since Id told Michael that I was pregnant.
Two months since hed fucked me, stayed with me throughout the rest of the
night, and then disappeared without a trace.
He called me, updated me on what was going on, but he wasnt there.
I also knew it was a worthy case for him to be on, but I didnt understand why it
was taking him away from me like it was.
And I was fairly sure he was just using it as an excuse to lick his wounds.
Wounds that he believed I delivered against him.
I was on birth control. I didnt know what else to do to prevent a child other than
abstinenceand that wasnt going to happen with Michael.
Nor had I forgotten any pills. I knew he didnt want kids. I would never trap him
into keeping me, nor give him a child he didnt want on purpose.
A lonely mood.
He wasnt with me, and I needed him so bad that I could barely stand it.
Id been ducking his calls for three days now And I knew he either would plain
old stop calling, or hed pull his head out of his ass and come see me.
Knew it so deeply that I felt it with each call he made to me. Heard it in the tone
of his voice.
I took a gulp of my water, enough that I could technically say I was done with it
since there was no way Id be touching it when I got back to my table.
I turned from where I was swaying my hips along with the beat to find a very
beautiful man at my back.
He was tall.
He had a black leather vest over a red t-shirt with black jeans and a pair of
black boots.
Fuck no.
Needs that Michael should be fulfilling right now. Not leaving me to my own
devices.
I was one week shy of four months pregnant, and I was definitely showing.
And my jeans that I was wearing hugged my legs and hips like a glove.
I had on black spiky heeled boots that came up to mid-calf, and a skin tight
black, low cut tank top that showed off the girls.
His eyes moved up from my belly to my face and he asked abruptly, You got a
man?
His shoulders seemed to slump. Shit. I was hoping youd say different.
Names Dane. Can I get you another drink? He asked, looking pointedly at the
near empty glass.
Sure, but Im going to dance right now. You may want to wait because if it sits
there too long, I wont drink it, I told him, taking a step away from him.
He smiled. Ill do that. But I have a meeting thats supposed to start in about
fifteen minutes. Ill have to take a raincheck.
I tossed a laugh over my shoulder and then disappeared into the crowd onto the
dance floor.
Shaking my bon bon to some Ricky Martin, completely forgetting about the
man and his meeting by the time the fourth song, Pitbull this time, rolled
around.
***
Forty five minutes later, I came off the dance floor with one thing in mind.
A bathroom.
Quick.
I barreled through the door to my destination, and came to a sudden halt when I
was faced with the most gorgeous woman Id ever seen.
Flowing blonde hair that came down to her ass. A black skirt pulled up to just
underneath her belly, a sky blue tank top, and gold gladiator sandals rounded
out the outfit.
My curves were too generous to look nice in what she was wearing.
Hello, I said, skirting around behind her to go into the stall behind her.
I did my business, but heard her leave before I made it back out of the stall.
Washing my hands and fixing some fly-aways from the bobby pins holding my
hair out of my face, I smoothed my hands down my jeans and made my way out
to the mouth of the hallway.
I tried to decide whether or not to grab a drink from the bar again before going
out to the dance floor once again when I saw them.
He had his arm around the blonde woman from the bathroom, laughing with
her.
Dane was across from them on a bench by himself, watching the two interact
with crude eyes.
Instead, I walked to him, dread in my every step, and took the glass from him.
Fuckers.
Whats wrong? Dane asked as he took in the set of my shoulders, the way my
eyes were flat without any emotion.
How do you know them? I asked pointing at Michael and the mystery lady.
Colleague, he answered.
With a sigh, I walked to the dance floor, knowing Michael would see me as I
walked past his table.
Then I found the first person I saw, remembering that hed wanted me to dance
with him throughout the time Id been there, and grabbed him.
I totally missed the man that was staring at me as if Id just stolen his heart
straight from his chest.
Missed the way Dane caught it all, and the way understanding lit his eyes.
I also missed the way the woman watched me, knowing I was the one for
Michael.
When the mans hands moved up to cup my hips, I slapped his hand away.
Michael missed that, though, because he turned to talk to the woman, and
hurriedly she moved out of the booth allowing him to head straight to me.
***
Michael
I rolled my eyes.
You arent even touching her. In fact, you havent touched her all night. How
convincing is that? Dane laughed.
I ignored him, scooting closer to Lisette and putting my arm over her shoulder.
Better?
I knew it.
What time do you want us to meet up at the doctors office tomorrow? Lisette
asked Dane.
I ignored them, pulling my phone out of my pocket once again, disgruntled when
I still had no reply texts or returned calls from Nikki.
I laughed when Elliott said I texted like a girl, and watched when he got up to
leave.
You dont really want to do this, Lisette observed.
Eyes down at the floor and a look of devastation on her face, I knew shed seen
me.
We were in the middle of the dance floor under the fucking lights for Christs
sake.
I was stunned still, for long moments, and only came unstuck when the punks
hand went to Nikkis hips.
She slapped his hands away, but he didnt take the hint, grinding his dick into
her ass and holding on when I knew she didnt want him to.
Shed seen the altercation, had followed my eyes to the dance floor and Nikki,
and chose to move.
Smart girl.
I walked purposefully up to Nikki and her new friend, and roughly yanked him
away from her.
The boys eyes narrowed, and I yanked my badge from my belt and held it in
front of his face.
I didnt think he would, but Id give him the option. I was itching for a fight.
When he stayed where he was, waiting for my next direction, I cocked my head
towards the exit and said, Why dont you go ahead and go?
He went.
There was my little Spanish hellcat. The one that only came out when she was
well and truly pissed.
I liked the way she stared me in the eyes, all fire and innocence with a hint of
prissiness.
I looped my fingers around Nikkis wrist, noting that shed gotten more delicate
since Id last seen her, and made a mental note to speak with her about that as
well.
Let her know what all she was about to get into.
Let go of me, Nikki yanked her arm out of my grip before wed made it outside.
I stopped, then pushed her into the handicap bathroom, slamming the door
closed before she could protest.
I moved forward, until my body was pinning hers to the door, and she started to
squirm viciously.
Her shirt rode up, and I looked down, feeling the new hardness of her abdomen.
Before itd been soft and yielding. Now it was hard and round, causing me to
lose my train of thought.
I moved my hand down until it rested on the side of her belly, my hand cupping
the small life inside her tummy.
She froze.
You dont tell the woman you knocked up that shes gotten big! She snarled.
I moved my hands up, catching the hem of her shirt, and pushed it over her
belly as I slid my hands up to her ribs.
Her gently swollen belly popped out over the top of her pants.
A black hair tie looped around the hole of the jeans, and then over the button,
holding them closed.
Her belly button was a little less concave, and I assumed, by the end of her
pregnancy, itd be an outie instead of an innie.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against the soft skin of her belly, and said,
Ive been a fool.
Her hands found my hair, and I looked up to see tears streaming down her
cheeks.
Im so sorry, Nikki, I told her. Ive only been thinking of you, though. This
guywhomever he ishes good. Hes gotten fifteen couples to date, and out
of his thirty five kills, only two have made it. We have one witness, and he
hasnt been able to give us a fuckin thing to go on beside the build and color of
the mans hair. He never went to any of the appointments, so were all hanging
on by a fricking thread.
Why havent you come to see me? She asked, devastation clear in her voice.
I shook my head.
At first, I said. It was because I was trying to get my head on straight. Then I
started seeing a therapist that the department recommended. Then another
murder happened, and well, Ive been a fucking coward. I shouldve come to
you. I actually have every night since I left you in bed that night two months
agoI just dont come inside.
She glared.
Whos the woman? She snapped.
An FBI agent. Shes going to help us catch this man. Shes been posing as a
new patient who moved here because her husband was transferred to another
police departmentbut Im not sure thats going to work too well now since I
was supposed to be that police officer, I told her honestly.
She glared.
And what does being a fake husband make you have to do? She asked,
clearly not happy with my answer.
I saw where she was going with it, and I knew she wouldnt like my answer.
I cant go to them.
And I couldnt.
What about the birth of our childwill you be able to come then? She asked
calmly.
She dropped her hand from my face and stood there, looking up at the ceiling.
Her tears had never abated, and I felt about six inches high.
She pushed me away from her with enough force that I fell backwards, my ass
planting on the ground solidly.
And I was also far enough away that she almost had the door open.
Almost.
You want to have real, use me! Im real! You put this baby inside of me, maybe
you should use me since Im actually yours! She yelled, waving her hands in
the air in true Pena Tantrum fashion.
My eyes narrowed, then I moved forward until I could only make out the whites
of her eyes.
I cant use you. Because youre mine, and I dont ever want you on that mans
radar, I hissed, crowding her into the dirty, grunge covered wall once again.
Get off me! She screamed, drawing the attention of the entire bar I was sure.
I pulled back and let her escape, and immediately saw Dane.
Dane had taken my place on the Lisettes arm. He looked at me in concern, but
he didnt intervene.
When I got to her front door, I tried the handle, and was surprised to feel it
unlocked.
So she wasnt too mad at me, otherwise she wouldve locked the door.
Right?
Wrong.
When I pushed the door open to her apartment, I was startled by what I saw.
She was facing away from me, her chest up tight to the coffee table as she
looked at something with such focus that I wasnt sure what to think.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and I read the determination there.
The understanding.
The resignation.
Come look at this, Michael, she said softly.
As I made my way up to her side, I looked down, and my knees went weak at
what I saw.
Are you kidding me? I asked softly, dropping down to my knees beside her.
The pretty purple carpet that Nikki just had to have when we were at Lowes
one weekend looking for paint thinner.
You need to choose, Michael. The killer and your duties, or me. Because I
cant do this anymore. I cant put my life on hold, wondering how long itll be
before you come back. Wonder if youll make it to the birth of our little girl.
Wondering if this killer will take you from us. I just cant Michael. So choose.
Them, or us.
I gotta go.
Chapter 17
-T-shirt
Nikki
It hadnt been what I thought hed choose, but hed chosen, nonetheless.
I walked up to the elevator from the parking garage, and depressed the button
that would take me down to the ground level, allowing me to the cross the
breezeway to my destination.
Even though Id technically had that two weeks ago when Id gone to Georgia
whod insisted on doing an ultrasound.
See, it turned out, that we saw each other quite a bit, working in the same
hospital.
Id started my job on the labor and delivery floor a little over a month ago, and
Id had a freakin blast doing it.
The elevator dinged when the doors open, but I was in my own little world
thinking about my job, which meant I didnt see the man standing in the elevator
until he spoke.
I blinked, but took his hand and made my way into the elevator.
Because I didnt want to believe he was here, and look up to see that Id
imagined it all.
I could hear the smile in his voice, and if Georgia had been in the room with me
right then, Id have punched her for not telling me.
Him not saying anything because I was sure he was waiting for me to flip out on
him.
When the elevator doors opened, I made my way out with Michael directly at my
back.
I could feel his warmth from the top of my shoulders to the backs of my thighs.
The pain in his voice had me turning sharply, looking at him in worry.
What? I asked.
I told them I couldnt do it. And Im sorry. I knew if I stayed there with you last
night, Id put it off, and I needed to get it done, he answered.
Michael, I wouldnt say what you did didnt hurt, but I understand. I gave you
the night to think it over, and I meant it. I knew youd make the right decision, I
told him.
He nodded, his eyes shifting from my eyes to my lips where I was currently
worrying the bottom one with my teeth.
The same ones that had come out of his mouth last night.
His rumbled laugh warmed my insides when he pulled me into his arms.
I snorted.
I looked up into his eyes and said, Really? Youre pulling that card?
I turned on my heel and started walking inside, very aware of the man at my
back.
Michael, you make it your mission in life to save kids. Trust me, you know how
to handle kids even if you think you dont, I told him gently.
Michael smiled.
Whatever. So tell me about your doctor. I feel like Ive missed a lot, he
changed the subject.
I smiled. Dr. Mead is my doctor, but well be seeing the PA, Joanie Dooley,
today. I have to see them all just in case my doctor is out of town or at a birth or
something when I go into labor.
Michael nodded, but his eyes had clouded like he did when he was
concentrating on something.
What? I asked.
He shook his head, and when the elevators dinged, signaling wed arrived at the
floor I needed for the doctors office, he froze.
Id already walked out and turned the corner before I realized he wasnt
following me.
I found him still inside the elevator, his hands on the doors to hold the doors
open.
He didnt stop until we were three floors up, and I was breathing hard from
exertion.
He yanked the door open to the sixth floor, and pulled me right along with him.
He let me go almost immediately, then pulled out his phone and placed a call.
Yeah, my womans been going to the Womens Center for months now! He
hissed quietly into the phone, looking around him as he inspected the empty
hallway. Why didnt one of you fucking catch that?
I blinked in surprise.
Yes, shes fine. And no, you told me you had the place under surveillance. You
shouldve known! He half yelled.
Instead, I kept my mouth shut and pulled out my phone, taking a seat at a small
chair that was next to a potted plant.
I immediately saw that Id be late if he didnt hurry up, but I figured whatever it
was was important if he had reacted the way he had at realizing I was going to
a certain center.
Hed only care about where I was going if the place was dangerous.
And thered only been one case hed been working on lately that wouldve made
sense to warrant this reaction from him.
Mother fucker!
Michael continued his seething conversation with the person on the other end of
the line, and I started to let my mind wander.
The Womens Center dominated the entire Ark-La-Tex. There was only one
company in the area that worked with my insurance, and I had a feeling Id be
finding out what panic felt like very soon.
Had all those women come here, given their trust to one of the doctors or
nurses, then had their faith ripped away when theyd shot those poor women
and their husbands?
This is it. We do this today, and tomorrow she finds another doctor. Do you
hear me? Im being one hundred percent serious. If anything happens to her,
theres not one thing on this goddamn earth thatll save you from me. And no, I
dont fucking care that Im threatening an FBI agent, Michael growled.
Im so sorry, Nik. Had I known, I wouldve never let you come. I swear on my
life Ill protect you, he promised, dropping down to his knees beside me and
wrapping his arms around my midsection.
Whats in the past is in the past. Lets look forward from now on. You, me, and
this baby, I told him.
He squeezed me a little tighter, and I felt the now familiar flutter in my belly
signaling our unborn childs movement.
Our tongues dueled as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slid
along mine as his hands moved up my back, burrowing under the loose shirt Id
stolen from him.
The one I wore to every doctor appointment because I liked to think that he was
there with me.
I laughed.
It was big.
Really big.
And by the look in Michaels eyes, he knew why I wore it, too.
I nodded.
Michael, I hesitated. There are some good doctors in this office. Ive seen a
doctor and a nurse practitioner so far, and my regular doctor, well hes a
sweetheart. His name is Doctor Mead. Him and his wife are the creators of this
practice. Even Memphis works here.
Does Downy know Memphis works here? I asked carefully. The place that
yall are investigating?
He shook his head. Nobody knows. But hell know within ten minutes of me
leaving the office. And Im taking Memphis with me until theyve discussed it.
I snorted.
Thank God.
***
Well, howd the appointment go? Memphis asked, patting the table.
Michael, youre not my doctor. Dr. Mead is. He hasnt said a word about my
caffeine intake, I growled.
He was insufferable!
Hed been going on and on, contradicting the nurse practitioner about damn
near every piece of advice shed given in the hour and a half wed been here.
I could see the usually sweet tempered woman losing her cool before my eyes,
so Id put a stop to the questions and smiled apologetically at her before Id left.
I shrugged and hopped up onto the table, leaning back and exposing my belly.
Michael, today were doing a scan to make sure the baby is growing alright.
Come stand right here, she said, indicating a spot near my head. Youll be
able to see this screen or that one.
She pointed at the large flat screen on the wall, and Michael took them both in
before he looked down at me.
I looked at the screen where the black and white grainy picture filled it.
Memphis laughed.
Weellllll, its most definitely a girl! Memphis said, gesturing to a point on the
screen. Hamburger means girl. And she wants you to see that she is.
Michael became transfixed with the screen as Memphis went along taking
measurements, and showing us different parts of the babys anatomy.
Then they showed the face, and I looked up to Michael to see his face avidly
focused on the screen.
He looked down, and I could tell he was on the verge of something big.
Some huge emotion had a hold of him, and I had a feeling it was joy.
Well, lets turn it to 3D, Memphis said excitedly. I cant wait until mines big
enough to see like thisoh shit!
Memphis eyes were wide. Dont tell Downy! I havent told him yet!
Michael laughed.
He already knows. Hes told everyone he can that youre expecting again,
darlin, Michael teased.
She turned back to the screen, clicked a few buttons, and then replaced the
wand to my belly. Oh, Ill be getting him back. Hes such a shit!
Michael snorted, and I burst out laughing, making the screen flip with my bellys
movement.
When I finally settled down, she ran the wand over my belly once more.
The orange screen was captivating as we saw our child in more detail.
Michaels mouth met mine, and I couldnt help the butterflies that filled my
insides at his unexpected touch.
Thirty minutes later, we were out the door, with Memphis in tow.
I cant believe youre making me come, Memphis said in awe. I didnt think
anybody but Downy was that stubborn.
Michael, who was driving, pulled into the police stations parking lot and parked
in the back of the lot near the rear exit.
Believe it. This is beyond your capacity. And I have a feeling Im about to be
ripped a new asshole for not sharing this information before, he muttered
grumpily.
Now that the excitement at seeing our baby had worn off, Michael was in
protect mode.
His sole focus was on the two of us, and what was about to come.
Hed practically taken Memphis by force, and when Downy met us at the back
door; I knew Dr. Mead had called him.
Although Memphis had assured him that everything was alright, Dr. Mead still
wanted to follow up just in case.
I slid out of the seat, bending my knees to help with the impact as I dropped out
of Michaels massive truck, and landed on the balls of my feet.
I could just see myself now falling on my ass when I had another twenty pounds
of baby added to my frame.
What the fucks going on? Downy asked, holding out his arm for Memphis.
Memphis walked into his arms, burrowing her face into his neck and hugging
him tightly.
Michael had given her the bare minimum of whatd been going on to get her to
leave with him, and she was obviously freaked way the hell out about the
prospect of her employer being involved in something so vicious.
Downys brows rose, but nonetheless turned and followed Michael and I to what
I later learned was the SWAT teams shared offices.
The first person I saw was my brother with his legs propped up on the long table
in the middle of the room.
I walked up behind him and hugged him hard around the neck.
He raised his arm up and circled it around my back as best he could do from his
current position.
I gestured to Michael.
-T-shirt
Nikki
I need to call Trance. And we need to get Sam in here, Michael announced.
Trance was a police officer for Benton, Louisiana. And Sam was an ex-Army
Ranger who lived in Kilgore with the rest of us. He was a badass, as was
Trance. I couldnt figure out why they needed to be here, though.
How about you tell us how theyre killing our women, and then well go from
there? Downy asked shortly, curling Memphis into his body.
Id gotten bits and pieces, but I still wasnt fully up to par with what Michael
knew.
Greatly.
Michael started talking, and by the time he was done, not just Downy was
fuming.
I reeled back.
Downy was normally such a good natured man that it was a complete and utter
surprise to see him get so worked up.
Anything that put her into danger would be a bad thing in his book.
Downy shook his head. Were not even sure thats where the threat is coming
from. We only know that there is one. And that the connection is the women. I
didnt know until today, though, that that was where Memphis worked.
Downy calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath before he said, Fuck me.
Not now, darling. Well get to that later. After you rub my feet and brush my hair
like the princess that I am, Memphis said soothingly, rubbing Downys belly like
she was coaxing a big beast into sleep.
Hed been awfully quiet, his face a mask of shadows as he studied the wall
behind Michaels head.
Then my eyes narrowed on the awful, heartless man and my mouth opened so I
could roar at him in outrage.
You didnt tell me! I yelled loudly. Why wouldnt she tell me? Im her best
friend, and youre my favorite brother!
Its been rough. She wasnt sure she was pregnant at first, he said simply,
shrugging in indifference. Still not sure.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I cant believe you wouldnt tell me. I tell you
everything!
These men didnt find me and my mouth as funny as my brother did, and I could
tell by the looks of annoyance on a few of their faces.
Which he proved in the next moment by wrapping his arm around my shoulder
and kissing the top of my head.
Alright, well how many of you have used this particular doctors office? Luke
asked, pinching the brow of his nose.
All of them, I muttered under my breath. Its the only one in Kilgore.
Silence.
I closed my eyes when I realized the silence was back and they were all staring
at me.
Shit!
I pulled out my phone and kept my eyes glued to it, leaning my head against
Nicos shoulder as I listened to them talk, trying my hardest not to butt in where
I wasnt wanted.
A text from my sister, Noel, came in while I was in my latest level of Candy
Crush.
Me: Shes your mother unless it was something awesome. Then shes my
mother.
Noel: She wants to know why you arent paying your doctors bills.
My brows furrowed.
Nicos phone buzzed, and I looked over at him to see his eyes furrow.
I just got a really, really weird text from mom telling me she wanted to know
why you werent paying your doctor bills. She asked if you were low on money,
Nico said.
Michael, whod been talking up until that point, stopped and turned to me.
You didnt tell me you were having trouble paying your bills, he left that
hanging, and my face flushed in embarrassment.
Im not having trouble. In fact, Ive already pre-paid for the hospital as of last
visit! I replied huffily. What the hell? Why would anyone call my mother? Thats
like against the law or somethingisnt it?
Silence fell among the room, and something huge in the air started to radiate
around me.
Testosterone paired with fury started to fill the room, and I looked around at the
men surrounding me as they comprehended something I hadnt.
Surprised at the way hed spoken to me, with zero emotion at all, I did just that.
I called my mama.
Dialing her number, I put it on speaker phone and set it on the desk in front of
me, keeping my eyes focused on Michael.
Nikki? My mother answered. What is this about you not paying your bills?
You told me Michael was helping you pay when I offered to help you. Why
would you lie about that? I only wanted to help you.
A blush rose to my face and I dropped my eyes from Michaels flat ones the
moment she called me on my lying ways.
In fact, Id paid all eight thousand dollars that I owed out of pocket myself, and I
hadnt asked him for a thing.
Something I was regretting right now if the fury that was coming off of him was
anything to go by.
Shit!
And you know, Ive supported you even though you sinned. I will always
support you. Which is why when you get the bill in the mail, I want you to bring it
to me and let me pay for it, she chastised me sternly, the only way a mother
knew how. And I told them where you and Michael worked, as well as
Michaels home address because you shouldnt lie about something like that.
Bill collectors are not fun to deal with. Theyll call you any time of day.
I rolled my eyes.
Why wouldnt she have just asked me herself, instead of sending a text to every
one of my sisters?
Why would you have given them my work address? And Michaels? Hes not
even on the chart at all. They shouldnt even know his name.
Lolita, this is Michael. Nikkis paid up in full as of last week. Was it a man or a
woman who called? Michael asked abruptly.
Oh, Micahel! I didnt know you and Nikki were together. How are you? My
mother asked, her Spanish accent getting a little thicker with affection now that
she wasnt yelling at her daughter.
Im okay, Lolita. Now was it a man or a woman who called? He asked again, a
little less polite this time.
My mother didnt notice, or if she did, she didnt care that he was being short
with her.
It was a man. He said he was the doctor, believe it or not. I couldnt believe it
when I spoke with him, but he seemed to be a really nice man, Lolita chattered.
Chapter 19
What do we want? Coffee. When do we want it? Right the fuck now.
-Coffee Cup
Michael
Luke shook his head. Not yet. Judge Maddox is out of town, and we had to go
to Bender. Hes not our teams biggest fan since the last warrant that was
served was the one where that old lady broke her hip.
I winced.
Wed served an arrest warrant on a kid whod been selling drugs out of his
home, and wed served it flawlessly, arresting the boy within seconds of
breaching his home.
Then the old woman had come out using her walker, and promptly tripped over
her grandson whod been lying on the floor in the middle of the living room,
breaking her hip and arm in the process.
Itd been horrible, and Id felt horrible, but in our defense, we had told her to stay
where she was until we could get the boy out.
She hadnt listened, and now we were still hearing about it three months later.
My eyes moved from Luke to the corner of the command room where Memphis
and Nikki were on a computer looking at baby shit, of all things.
I smiled slightly, but it just as quickly fell from my face as I thought about how
bad this all couldve gone without my knowledge.
My woman in trouble.
My child in danger.
Then I shut those thoughts down, realizing them for what they were.
Id forgotten my meds.
Shit!
I need to go run by my place. I forgot to take my meds, I told Luke. Ill be back
in about ten minutes.
Luke nodded.
I was no good.
Fuck!
Stop!
By the time Id arrived at my house, Id gone through quite a bit of self doubt
before I got to my meds.
I had the bottle in my hand and had just popped the pill when I realized that I
wasnt alone.
Rookie mistake.
Turning stiffly, I found myself faced with a man in all black.
Thats when I thanked my lucky stars that I hadnt told Nikki where I was going,
and hadnt asked her to go with me like Id contemplated.
Thank Christ!
The gun pointed at my head didnt instill any fear in my heart like the thought of
the gun pointed at Nikkis head.
Id had this feeling before. The thought that I was going to die.
Nineteen times.
And I was sure, if I made it out of this alive, that this time would be no different.
Fuck you. Im not calling her, I told him, crossing my arms across my chest.
I knew if I could stall him, Luke would figure something went wrong.
I wouldnt have left and stayed home with the chance of that warrant coming in.
John, our computer expert, had already traced the calls to Lolitas phone, and
come up with the Womens Center.
There were six people on duty at the Womens Center at the time of the call,
and only two of them were men. And one of them had been in the room with a
patient for the entire time it took to place the call. So wed done our research.
And had come up with one man.
Wed applied for the arrest warrant for Stan Jones, M.D.
And I had a feeling that was who this man was in front of me.
So, Stan. What are you going to do to me? I asked, crossing my arms across
my chest.
Stan froze.
How do you know my name? He asked stiffly, re-gripping the Glock in his
hand.
Which was why I knew he wouldnt shoot me until my wife was here.
He had a hoody on, and it was covering his head, but since he was facing me, I
could still get a pretty good indication of what he looked like.
About five foot ten, hundred and eighty five pounds. Brown or really dark green
eyes. Brown hair. Tan skin. Small hands with no wedding band.
You dont need to know why. Just suffice it to say that this earth should be rid
of you and every one of your kind, Stan hissed.
He sneered. Really.
I laughed.
Bingo.
Did a cop take your kid, too? Or did your kid take his own life because your
wife died? I continued cruelly.
Stan shook his gun at me, waggling it around as he started to scream at me.
It was all you! You! She did nothing to you! All she did was get pulled over, and
then one of you, he hissed. Shot her because he thought she was going for a
gun. She didnt even know how to shoot a gun!
I felt sympathetic.
Of course I did.
Cops, on a daily basis, had to deal with so much shit from everyone that, at
times, we expected everyone to be bad.
Were wary.
When we pull you over, are you going to be accepting of why we pulled you
over?
Will you pull your gun on us? Pull out a knife from some hidden place inside
your car and stab us with it. Will your passenger do something?
It can run over us. It can hide larger weapons. It can get you away from us and
put other people, innocent people, in jeopardy. It can house more than one
person who could potentially harm us.
So you see, there are multiple facets to look at when a police officer pulls
someone over.
Whether this was what happened with Stans wife or not, I would never know.
But even if it was or wasnt, that didnt give him the right to take out his hurt and
pain on every single police officer that he came into contact with.
And I was.
I was sorry he had to experience something like that.
I would hope had the same thing happened to me that I would find the strength
to move on.
Especially ones that were carrying our next generation like these innocent
women were doing.
You can shove your sorrys up your ass, Stan snarled. Sit down in that chair
right there. We wont have to wait much longer. I called your womans mother. I
know she gets home around this time.
I closed my eyes very briefly, thankful that this time wouldnt be one of those
times.
Thank God.
He was aware that something wasnt right, and I knew hed come to check on
me if I was gone longer than thirty minutes.
I was very open with everything about meto the right people.
Nikki.
I smiled slightly.
I shrugged. No reason.
His eyes narrowed.
He sneered.
Why would I want to bring more of those bastards into this world? Not by my
hands, no sir. He shook his head. I wasnt aiding in any more births to people
like you.
I shook my head.
To take his problems out on innocent children was just jaw dropping to me.
What would your wife think about all of this? I asked softly.
Well, Im not sure why she would even matter anymore. Shes gone, and Ill
never need to know what my wife thinks about any of this, Stans voice broke.
Because shes so gone. Gone, gone, gone.
She tells me I should think before I act. I dont know how to do that, he
admitted, looking down at his hand and dropping his gun to the floor.
I didnt move.
My heart rate picked up when I saw the movement in the side window of my
place.
A distinctly blonde head popped into the side window before disappearing just
as quickly.
Luke.
Good.
Women have a way about them. They think theyre rightbut most of the time
they are right. Ive found that out myself just the other day, I told him, thinking
back to the night Nikki saw me with Lisette. Theyre smart creatures, women.
They instinctively know what is best for us, and they move heaven and earth to
make us happy.
Every day.
I saw that now, with the threat of my life being taken from me from a man that
felt such pain over the loss of his own woman.
Stans eyes moved to the table, and my breath caught in my throat when I
caught sight of the sonogram picture that Id dropped there when I arrived
home.
Id seen it in the cab of the truck, and on instinct had grabbed it to make sure it
wouldnt get ruined.
Now the man that wanted to take her away from me was staring at it like it was
the lowliest of life forms.
Cops dont deserve to have a happy life, he muttered darkly. You dont
deserve to live.
He dropped down scooping the gun up off the floor and pointing it for real this
time and I knew my time was up.
Boom!
Stan was dead before his body even met the floor.
Shit! Luke said, rounding the corner of the back hallway with his gun in his
hand. You scared the shit out of me, man!
I raised my head and looked at my boss, and one of the best friends Ive ever
had.
Lukes face lit in a brief smile before he moved around the table where I was
sitting and took a knee on the floor beside Stans prone body.
Slowly, I placed my gun on the table by my right elbow, and moved to stand.
Blood was slowly filling up the floor beneath Stans body and I had to step over
it in order not to track it throughout the house.
He was the assistant chief as well as the SWAT team leader; so, as the more
superior officer, I wanted to make sure I was where he wanted me, seeing as Id
just shot a man.
We always miss all the fun! James, with his sniper rifle in tow, whined.
He fucked up. His usual MO is to make the cop empty his pockets and get rid
of the sidearm. Had he done that with you, he might still be alive, Luke
muttered, arms crossed across his chest as he glared at the dead man at his
feet. Fuckin paperwork. Did you get anything out of him?
I nodded.
It was because of his wife. She was killed by a police officer during a traffic
stop, I explained what I knew.
Put a BOLO out on his car. Stan drives a shiny Maserati. Its hard to miss
something like that driving down the road. Officer Lyons saw it the moment he
pulled into the RV park to turn around. Was parked off to the side, as if he was
broken down, Miller explained. Luke called you to tell you we had the warrant,
you didnt answer. He started to head this way because he said you didnt look
right, and then passed the same RV park where the car was found. Put two and
two together. Made twelve. End of story.
I shook my head.
Amazing.
Two and two make four, not twelve, dumbass, Foster tittered from the front
door.
Neither had breached the front door since they knew it was a crime scene, and I
was talking through the screen door.
And I had an irrational desire to tell them how much I loved them.
To have their support, and to know they were all there for me when I needed
them was exactly what I needed in that moment.
And thankfulness that Id have good friends and a good woman around to do it
with.
***
Nikki walked into her bedroom, glanced at me, and went straight to the
bathroom.
Id left her thinking Id be right back, and she hadnt known where Id gone. I
hadnt said goodbye. I didnt even wave.
She only found out two hours later when Id arrived back at the station and had
promptly been whisked into questioning to answer a shit ton of questions.
Nikki had been told by her brother what had transpired, and lets just say that
she hadnt been happy. Not even a little bit.
When Id gotten out of questioning, Id found that Nikki had been taken home by
Georgia.
By the time I arrived home, it was four hours later and pushing ten oclock.
Shed been sitting on the couch watching the news. Which happened to have
me as the breaking story.
But right now, with the moon at her back streaming through the blinds, and her
hair a curly mass falling down her back and draping over her shoulders, Id
never thought she was more beautiful.
She had the beginnings of a belly, and the pink belly button piercing had a star
attached to it, resting on the soft swell...a belly button ring Id never seen before
now.
Although nothing special, it held up her breasts perfectly, placing them up and
together, allowing my eyes to feast.
And when Nikki lost it, her breasts bounced free, making my semi-hard erection
full blown as all the blood rushed to my dick.
When she bent over, her breasts hung, swinging enticingly as she slipped the
panties free of her feet and stepped out of them, one by one.
I about lost my ability to speak as she put one knee into the bed and started to
crawl up between my legs, stopping when she met my hips.
Swallowing thickly, I sat up slowly and gathered her face into my hands, placing
my lips softly on hers.
Okay, I whispered, before breaching her lips with my tongue, curling mine
around hers.
She moaned and leaned forward into the kiss, giving me her weight.
I rolled with her until we were on our sides.
My hands still in place against her cheeks, I let one slip down, tracing down her
shoulder, curving around her breasts, following the line of her side until it came
to a rest against the back of her thigh.
She moaned when I let my hand move further back to flatten around the curve
of her ass, fingers dipping into her overheated core.
You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to die, she said
desperately between kisses.
Guide it inside you, I said, spreading the lips of her ass with my fingers and
pushing forward with my hips.
She angled my cock to let the head rest at the entrance of her sex, and we both
flexed towards each other the moment our skin met.
She gasped into my mouth as my cock filled her to the breaking point.
You fill me completely, she whispered fiercely. Dont ever leave me like that
again, okay? Always say goodbye.
I promised her, and then continued to promise with my body. The way my
hands ran along her skin.
And long minutes later, when I felt her * start to clench around my cock, I let go,
too.
Shooting my essence into her waiting heat, filling her up with cock, my come,
and my love.
I love you, Nikki. I promise not to leave without saying goodbyeas long as
you promise me something in return, I panted against her lips.
Her eyes opened, and I stared into her beautiful brown orbs as she asked,
What do you want me to promise?
I leaned forward, ran the tip of my nose along the bridge of her nose.
That when were married, youll forgive me like this every time, I told her
sweetly.
She laughed, and I rolled until she was once again on top.
My flesh, that was still seated inside of her, started to throb once again at the
new position, but what she said next had my entire focus, not the state of my
dick.
Are you asking me to marry you, Michael Perez? She smiled happily.
Her eyes, which had been happy, veiled slightly, so I hurriedly explained.
Im telling you that youre marrying me, I said, reaching under my pillow to pull
out a hot pink velvet covered box that Id picked out.
Her eyes widened as she watched me open the box, and then continued to
widen as I pulled out the ring for her and held it out to her.
It fit her perfectly, sliding over her knuckle and coming to rest just right.
Not sure about the asking part yetIts just a formality. I only expect one
answer, and one answer only, I informed her.
Her eyes narrowed. Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?
Bossiness?
I grinned.
Yeah, thats what you have to look forward to. Plus loving all night long.
Babysitting whenever you need it. A hug when you want it. Kisses in the middle
of the night. Gas in your tank. Your groceries brought into the house. Pants put
into the hamper. Steaks cooked on the grill, I listed out my attributes,
purposefully making them sound really enticing.
She narrowed her eyes. Its not babysitting if its your own kids, she countered.
I snorted. Whatever you say, darling mine.
I laughed and rolled with her once again, pushing my cock into her and grinding
my hips against her.
Chapter 20
-Coffee Cup
Nikki
Alright, Memphis said, laying on the lounge next to me. How did we all end up
in this predicament?
I laughed.
Seven women were in attendance with me today, and all but one were
pregnant.
Georgia, Memphis, Lennox, Mercy, and Blake were all in different stages of
pregnancy.
Although, I was on my first pregnancy while the rest of them were on their
second.
Seemed the men of Kilgore SWAT liked to keep their women barefoot and
pregnant.
I laughed and rolled over onto my side to face Memphis and the other ladies.
I was getting married in less than four hours, and the SWAT ladies were having
a pamper day while the men did some fishing.
I dont know what youre talking about, I said, running my hand over my belly.
Two months had passed since Doctor Stan Jones had been formally charged
for killing fifteen officers, their wives, and three of those officers children.
You know exactly what shes talking about, hoe, Georgia said, stretching and
wiggling her toes.
I smiled.
Yeah, I did.
Hey, I noticed that Dr. Jones name was scraped off the paint at the door this
morning when I went to my appointment, Reese said before she took a drink of
her Dr. Pepper. All eyes turned to hers, and her eyes widened in alarm. Im not
pregnant! It was just my yearly pap, I swear!
When all eyes stayed on her, she held up two fingers. Scouts honor.
Well, whatever it is, I just had my yearly. I got my tubes tied after the little
hellion arrived, Reese promised solemnly.
Her son was a little hellion. Just like his daddy, that boy was.
Yeah, they took his name off of everything, Memphis said. Printed new
business cards. Changed the signs out front. Painted over the wall with his face
on it. Updated the website. Anything with Jones on it was probably burned.
After Dr. Jones was killed, they found evidence linking him to nearly every crime
scene in his house. The clothes that he wore. The gun that he used. Hell, even
the dog that he took with him.
He sure was arrogant, but in the end, justice was served for those officers, their
wives, and the children.
Thats not a surprise. Theyd had to do a lot of ass kissing to keep most of their
clients. The only thing they had going for them was that they dominate the area.
Wed have to drive to Dallas to find a doctor in our network, I told them all.
Mercy made a sound of agreement. Same here. Were using Millers insurance,
and they wouldnt accept anyone else unless we wanted to pay nearly twice as
much for out of network.
I grimaced.
Lets change the subject to something better. Nikki doesnt need this on her
wedding day, Blake yawned loudly.
I snickered.
She rolled her head in my direction. Yes. That man of mine doesnt care that
my hours arent the same as his. He only sees my ass in the air and wants to
touch it. Then touching leads to other things. And then Im out two hours of
sleep. Sleep that I needed because his baby seems to think Im a superhero,
demanding all this energy, food, and drink.
Youre not having a boy. Boys are horrible, Reese said, closing her eyes and
smiling fondly at something only she could see.
We all rolled our eyes. Lennox thought that everything was fine.
She loved being pregnantmost likely because her first pregnancy was a
breeze, despite the complications from when she was hurt by a deranged
woman.
She just had no clue how bad a pregnancy could be because she was always
floating on cloud nine with the unicorns, her glowing skin, and ample energy.
She was still in the I have a positive pregnancy test stage. The stage where
she was floating on air, and loved to put on pregnancy clothes.
Hey, what color are you doing? The man between my legs asked.
He knew all about Michael. Knew all about my family. Knew about my love of
color. My job. The new home Michael and I were building.
Why do you always get the muscled guy who has good hands? Georgia
asked, narrowing her eyes.
Nikki delivered his baby. Thats why he loves her so much, Georgia informed
the rest of the ladies.
Him and his wife, Trudy, had been contemplating a home birth over a hospital
birth for over six months before theyd finally decided to call my mentor,
Annalise, in for an evaluation.
And three months later, Id delivered my second child ever as a midwife with
Pietro at my side.
Twenty minutes later, I was done and heading to get my hair and makeup done
when I was called by our contractor.
I screamed. Yes!
Id had to choose the tile, the paint, the stain for the wood floors in the kitchen,
cabinets, counter tops.
He was all for customization, but I didnt think he knew what he was getting into
when he offered me the huge book of paint chips.
Nothing. I just dropped it all off at your parents place. The keys are yours, my
dear! Alex informed me.
Michaels smooth, deep voice sent shivers through me. Thats good, baby. He
said hed do it.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way it felt to listen to his voice.
The way joy spread through me. The way I couldnt wait to wrap my arms
around him.
Sun. Thats about fucking it, he growled. But thats the way of it, isnt it?
I agreed. I hated going fishing, just for the sheer fact that we never caught
anything.
Well, I just wanted to tell you that. Go back to catching your sun, I said softly,
as Pietro made his way into the room with his huge package of bobby pins, hair
rollers, and other odds and ends to start fixing my hair.
***
The moment I saw him as I walked down the aisle, a smile burst over my lips,
and my hand came up to cover my mouth.
Her eyes were filled with her own tears of laughter as she caught a look at my
man as well.
Jesus, I said, shaking my head. What the hell is wrong with that man?
Georgia snorted, and my father gave out a strangled laugh of his own.
Lets get you to him, honey. Hell think you cant handle him for better or for
worse if youre not careful.
Georgia was the final one to leave, and I was left with my father.
Im not going anywhere, I told him. Ill still see you every Sunday for lunch
after mass.
He smiled. I know. Youre just my first little bird out of the nest, he said,
running his hand over my hair and smoothing back a stray curl thatd fallen from
a pin.
He shrugged. Nico can take care of himself. Youre my first girl. And youll no
longer have my name. Youre the first bird Im setting free.
Hugging him tightly, I let him go and turned to face the now closed door.
Hell be good to you, baby. Youve tamed the beast, he said before the
attendants opened the doors to the church.
I looked up at him, and I caught the first flash of a camera as it captured the
moment forever in time.
With a smile, he offered me his arm, and I placed my hand delicately on his
sleeve.
Jesus, my father said in despair. Its like an estrogen fest in here. Its choking
me.
We finally made it to the end of the aisle, and my eyes connected with
Michaels.
I barely caught the words as the priest asked the words, Who gives this woman
to this man?
My fathers deep voice said, Her mother and I do, and suddenly I was in
Michaels arms.
Michael, I said trying not to laugh. Why wouldnt you wear any sunscreen?
He shrugged and fell silent when the priest started to give us a blessing.
I looked shyly at the man I was seconds away from pledging my life to, and I
knew this would forever be one of the best memories in the world.
I love you, Michael, I said soft enough so that only he could hear.
I love you, too, he replied back, uncaring that the pastor gave him a dirty look.
He didnt have anyone to please except me, and the same went for me.
We no longer wanted to worry about anyone but ourselves and what it would
mean to each of us.
***
He ignored me, sweeping me up into his arms and walking steadily towards the
house.
You forgot to close the door to the truck, I said lightly, wrapping my arms
around his neck and leaning my head against his face.
Laterlike tomorrow lateror later like later this night later? I teased.
Because we live in the woods now. Theres no telling whatll be in the truck
come morning.
Michael knew I was right.
Hed had this new house of ours built in the boonies with absolutely nothing
around. Literally, the closest Wal-Mart was forty minutes away, if that tells you
anything.
Fuck, he growled, turning on his heels and walking back to his truck.
You could put me down, I suggested lightly when a light sheen of sweat
started to dot along his brow.
Im fine, Nik. Quit worrying, he muttered just before slamming the truck door
closed with his boot covered foot.
It slammed closed with a bone shattering thud and he turned on his heel to
head back towards the house.
Nikki, he gave me the look. Im fine. I can bench press three hundred and
fifty pounds and squat twice that. Trust me, Im okay.
Yes, he answered.
There was no way he could squat seven hundred pounds. That was unheard of.
How are you going to get the door open? I asked once he reached the front
door.
A set of keys fell into my lap from where hed tossed them from his hand across
my back.
Why didnt we just go in through the garage? I asked while I unlocked the
door.
He grunted.
Because Im supposed to carry you over the threshold. It doesnt work the
same way if I carry you through the garage, he muttered, sounding slightly
breathless.
Okay, I said slowly, drawing the word out. Whatever you say, my dear.
He pinched my ass just as I swung the door open, causing me to jump and
squeak, followed by him cursing.
Hurry up and carry me over before you break your back, I squealed.
Hey! I said indignantly. You were supposed to carry me up to our room and
ravish me!
To get something to eat. That dinner we supposedly had was shit, I heard him
mutter from in front of me.
We wanted our house to be warm and inviting, and our contractor accomplished
that to a T.
When I breached the door to the kitchen, I found Michal standing at the fridge
with his head stuck in it.
We dont have any food in there, I muttered. What do you think youre going
to find?
He backed out of the fridge with turkey, cheese, mustard, pickles, lettuce,
tomatoes, and mayo, causing my brows to shoot up to my hairline.
He shrugged.
If I had to guess, your parents or mine. Whatever, I dont care. Im just glad
theres food. I cant believe you expected me to live on so little, he muttered.
He was right.
The food wed had catered had ran out because I hadnt prepared for the sheer
amount of food that all of Michaels friends would eat.
Turns out, muscles required about twice the protein of a normal full grown adult.
Who knew?
Love you, Mikey Mike, I said before kissing his cheek and patting his ass.
I shrugged and circled the counter once again to leave the room.
I could call you hubby now, I guess, I said just as I was leaving the room.
It was.
The furniture had been delivered while we were getting married, and while the
rest of us were celebrating at the reception, my sisters came over here and
made the beds, and I assumed brought over a few staples for us.
Especially when I crossed the threshold of our room and saw the bed already
made, ready for my tired body to crawl into it.
***
Michael
Nikki, I said, looking around the room for my wife. Heres your sandwich.
She had half the comforter covering her, seeing as she was laying on it, causing
me to smile.
Id had to sleep a few times during the day when she was gone, since Id had a
late shift, and Id slept like crap.
Placing the sandwich on the nightstand, I went to the bathroom, stripped out of
my police dress blues, and brushed my teeth.
Turning the light off, I walked slowly to the bed, relishing at the way the new
carpet felt between my toes before I flipped off the lamp, tugged the cord at the
ceiling fan, and plunged the room into darkness.
I crawled into bed carefully, as not to wake Nikki, though I shouldnt have
bothered.
Nothing woke Nikki anymore short of a freight train barreling down on us.
In the car.
In my office chair.
As I settled around her, curling her into my body as best as I could, I closed my
eyes and said my prayers. A nightly ritual that I would repeat for the rest of my
life.
Chapter 21
The only kids I want are Sourpatch.
Nikki
Alright, Jasmine. When you feel the need to push, I want you to bear down,
bring your knees up to your chest, and push down from your bottom. Almost like
youre doing number She held up her hand to stop me.
Jasmine nodded miserably. I dont know why you let me say no drugs. I like
drugs.
My big ol belly was in the way, but there was nothing I could do about that.
Id been a married woman for a little over four months, and I was nine months
pregnant.
Our little girl would be here very soon, and it was times like this, with other
women giving birth to their own little miracles, that I started to feel envy for
them.
She burst out laughing, but then, just as suddenly, she started to scream as she
curled around her belly and gave it all she had.
Okay, one more push and the head should be delivered, I told Jasmine. Tony,
do you want to come catch the baby?
Like all first time fathers, he was a nervous wreck, and anything dealing with
childbirth was a very scary ordeal to him.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, I chanted to my phone as I called Michael once I was
leaving Jasmine and her newest addition.
It being those regular pains that signaled that I, myself, was about to have my
own baby.
Id been having them on and off all day long, but itd only been since Jasmine
started to push that they began to become regular and consistent.
Although, that wasnt a good indication of progress. There were some women
that went all the way up to delivery before their water broke.
Although I did have his home number, Id play the good little in labor mom and
call the office like everyone else was instructed to do once they were in labor.
Another pain had consumed me, and I had to pull the car over to avoid
wrecking.
How do you know youre in labor? The woman asked with annoyance.
I clenched the steering wheel and said through clenched teeth. Because Im
having regular contractions, and I go breathless each time one hits. Now, relay
the message.
What did you say your name was again? The woman asked snottily.
The pain finally loosened its grip on my uterus, and I started moving forward
again.
I knew Id get a good two minutes of reprieve, which might get me all the way to
the ER before I had another.
Nicole Perez, but my maiden name is Pena. Sometimes they have to pull it up
underneath that, I told her, pulling around an old woman going fifty in her
maroon Lincoln Towncar.
I found it, Dr. Mead isnt on call today, Dr. Shepherd is. Ill transfer you to
I interrupted her.
No, call Dr. Mead. There should be a note in my chart. My husband refuses to
have anyone but Dr. Mead take care of me. Trust me, he wont let Dr. Shepherd
touch me if you call her, I explained quickly, excited to see the red and blue
sign that denoted the emergency entrance of the emergency room up ahead.
I turned into the lot and parked before the next pain hit.
Ill try, but thats not protocol. He wont even answer if its not an emergency
I hung up on her.
Fuck it, I panted, pulling up Dr. Mead in my contacts and pressing dial.
This is Nikki Pena Perez. Ive gone into labor. Im at the ER right now, I told
him quickly.
Ill be right there. Tell the doctors Ill be there in twenty minutes or less, he said
quickly.
I grabbed my purse and bailed out of my car before I tried calling Michael again.
He was breathless.
Im in labor, I panted, hoofing it all the way to the ER doors before another
pain nearly took my feet out from under me.
The ER, I told him, happy that my contraction had left me, but unhappy
because another one was right on its heels, which meant that I was getting
closer to delivery. Im less than a minute apart.
This time, I really did have to go to my knees because I was sure if I didnt, I
would fall on my face.
Maam, are you alright? A womans voice called from the doorway.
No, Im pretty sure Im having this baby, and my asshole isnt here yet, I told
her.
Then a commotion from the ERs entrance startled us both enough that we
looked up only to see Michael running out with a bandage covering his eye.
Michael! I screamed, panicked now that my eyes caught sight of all the blood
staining his shirt.
Michael dropped down to his knees beside me, gathering me into his strong
arms as he said, Im okay.
Suspect knocked me over the head with a wrench, he explained. Now tell me
about you.
He laughed.
You have the entire emergency room in an uproar, little lady, Lennox crowed
as she held the chair as I sat.
Michael here has everyone scared as hell of him. Something he proved weeks
ago when he told the charge nurse that, under no circumstance, was anyone
but his parents, him, Dr. Mead or me to touch you when you go into labor
without him being in the room. Not to mention he threatened them, Lennox
laughed. So guess who your personal helper will be until Dr. Mead arrives!
Please, ignore him. He wont bother anybody, I shook my head. Plus, were
heading up to Labor and Delivery anyway. So well never even see anybody in
the emergency room. Howd you get to leave the ER for this?
Thank God, Lennox said as she walked with me to the elevators. I got to help
because your husband decided to have a talk with my boss. She agreed, so
here I am!
I just shook my head and closed my eyes as another pain washed over me.
Wed been fighting over the epidural or no epidural question for months now,
and Id told him that Id have to wait and see.
Hed insisted on a birth plan, and Id shook my head, telling him that babies did
what they wanted to. There was no rhyme or reason. No womans pregnancy
was the same, and I couldnt base a birth that hadnt happened yet on a hunch.
I felt like my uterus was trying to force its way out of my vagina.
God, it hurt.
And I was sure that Michael was only getting one kid, because this
motherfuckin hurt.
One kid, Michael. You better enjoy this one, I informed him.
No, we wont. We really wont. Ill never be able to forget how this feels. Its like
razor blades tearing through my uterus, and a pair of needle nose pliers trying
to rip the spasming organ out through my cun Michael slapped his hand over
my mouth as the elevator doors opened.
Lennox had no problem laughing her ass off, consequently forgetting she was
supposed to be pushing my wheelchair.
Michael, exasperated, took over the job and pushed me to the nurses station
where they immediately gave us a room.
What? Did you threaten them, too? I asked with a narrowed eyed look over my
shoulder.
I rolled my eyes.
Are you going to let any of the nurses take care of me? I asked dryly. Youre
horrible.
Michael helped me into the bed once hed locked the wheelchairs wheels, and I
sighed in relief to have my feet up.
Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is! Hannah crowed as she came into the room.
I rolled my eyes. You know, its really, really weird to have your sister in laws
hands up your cooch.
Hannah smiled. Were all adults here. If you can handle it, I can handle it.
I just shook my head. I havent seen you on this floor in a while. How perfect
that youre on shift today, I said dryly.
She gave me a pointed look that said shed known where I was today.
Something Id told her but not my husband.
I blushed.
But when Jasmine had begged me to continue seeing her once Id graduated
school, I could do nothing less.
Even if it meant I had to deliver her kid while I was in labor with my own.
Something Michael hadnt realized Id done yet, since Id left while he was at
work and conveniently forgot to tell him.
Alright, Hannah, check her out so we can see where were at, Michael
ordered.
Hannah grinned and lifted up her shirt to reveal her belly to us.
Shed gotten a tattoo of Reggies name on her lower hipbone in bold, beautiful
scripted letters.
Michael smiled. It hurt, didnt it. I told you not to go there with your first tattoo.
Hannah shrugged. Hurt like a motherfucker. But Peek gave me a shot of Jack
Daniels to tide me over. And kept them coming until it was done. When I left I
could barely stand. Had to call a cab to take me home.
Alright, you know the drill, Hannah picked up a gown and tossed it at Michael.
Help her in that, and well step outside the curtains. Let us know when youre
doneand what the fuck happened to your face?
Shed just now noticed that after being in the room with him for ten minutes?
Michael ignored her and swung the curtains closed himself before walking over
to me.
You ready for this? He asked softly, his eyes taking in my every feature.
I nodded and started to strip my shirt over my head, followed by my sports bra.
Michaels eyes flared as he caught sight of my swollen belly and big breasts,
but managed to stand still as I stood and pushed my maternity yoga pants over
my hips, followed closely by my panties.
I offered him my hands, and he slipped the gown on over my chest, covering my
nakedness without one lewd touch or comment.
Really scared.
But the thing about Michael and me was that wed both gone through hell
together, and had come out the other side.
But we also had each other, and as long as I had him at my side, we could get
through just about anything.
I love you, Mikey Mike, I whispered, knowing itd draw a smile from him.
Nothings impossible when it comes to you. You showed me that, he said just
before pressing his soft lips against mine. You ready for this?
I nodded and touched the side of the bandage covering up the right side of his
forehead.
Have you had this taken care of? I asked, feeling another pain coming.
I winced.
Not only because that was a lot of stitches, but because it felt like this child of
ours was trying to claw its way out of my vagina like a tiny Hulk.
Epidural, I insisted.
He smiled and helped me sit back down before yanking the curtains open.
I covered my face with my hand as Hannah snapped gloves into place over her
hands.
Hannah didnt waste any time doing her thing, and I was grateful.
You know, Lennox said from her positon by my head. Ive never seen a
pregnant woman so calm before.
He didnt need yet another insecurity, and I wouldnt be the one to give it to him.
Youre at six centimeters and fifty percent effaced. Doing good. You can still
have an epidural, but Id recommend making that decision quickly, Hannah
said, taking my gown and covering my knees.
Lennox sat the head of the bed up, and I looked to Michael to see him staring at
the wall.
I smiled at him.
I snickered as Hannah tossed her used gloves in the trash and washed her
hands. Ill go get the on call anesthesiologist. Well get your shit knocked right
out.
Should she be talking like that? I asked, eyes closed as I tried to breathe
through my next contraction. Motherfucker, this hurts like a bitch!
The room stayed silent for long moments while my question and subsequent
comment hung therein the air around us.
Lennox busied herself hooking up the monitor, starting an IV, and drawing blood
while Michael and I watched the screen to monitor my progress.
I grunted.
Then Michael and Lennox started talking about medical jargon that was too
advanced for my exhausted brain to process, so I ignored them and tried to
sleep during my contractions.
Go away, I muttered.
Go call your family and mine. Let them know whats going on. And stop talking
over my body. Its annoying, I ordered them.
Okay, Nikki. This is Amy Jones, the nurse anesthetist. Shes going to do your
epidural for you. This is Eddie Gonzales, hes the anesthesiologist that she
works under. Theyre here to answer any questions you might have. Okay?
Michael froze on his way out the door, but then I started having another
contraction.
Amys eyes followed Michaels progress, brows raising to see what hed do.
He offered his hand to the two of them, said, Im going to call my family, and
left the room.
Eddie and Amy, Hannah said. Is there anything you need from me? I have
another patient thats in the final stages of pushing.
Amy shook her head when Eddie looked at her. No, thats all, thank you.
I knew Eddie, and the moment Hannah left the room he walked to my bedside.
We worked well together, trading barbs back and forth like two children in a play
yard battle.
He loved the Yankees, and I was a Texas Rangers fan all the way. Which
tended to make us butt heads from time to time.
Well, I was all ready to have you teasing me while giving me the epidural, I
grunted, toes curling when the next pain hit me. But I guess since youre too
good for me Ill settle for Ms. Amy.
I have a C-section with triplets in about fifteen minutes. Im sorry, but shes
cooler than you are, he admitted openly.
As my face turned to Amy, I was immediately struck with just how different she
looked now that Eddie was out of the room.
She didnt answer as she drew the curtain and turned back to me, walking
towards me with a new purpose that set my instincts on edge.
Your man fucked up, the woman whispered to me. Youd think with how
cautious he was being with the doctors that hed pay a little more attention to
who was about to inject all sorts of fun drugs into your spinal column.
I looked at her nametag and realized with a sinking feeling that she had the
same last name as Dr. Jones.
Wife or daughter?
I couldnt tell.
I worked on this floor, and it was kind of a rule that I saw everyone on it seeing
as I was a midwife. It was good business to know my colleagues.
My body froze.
Theres oxygen in this room, not to mention my husband is right outside, I tried
to reason with her. Surely you know that youll never get out of this unscathed.
She shrugged.
I dont really care. At this point, I just know you need to be gone, as well as
him, before I go. Youll be my final couple. How does it feel? She said
soothingly, bringing the IV tubing that was going into my right hand up to her
stomach.
I could see the syringe in her hand, and knew she was about to give me
something.
Which was why I yanked my hand to the side hard and quick, ripping tape, hair,
and skin as I forcefully removed the catheter from my vein.
I moved.
It wasnt in me to lay back and take what was coming for me.
Hey, I just got word from Dr. Mead. Hell be here in just a few minutes. He got
held up by a train on 18 Lennoxs voice trailed off as she got a load of the
situation shed walked in on.
She looked to me, then back to Amy before raising her hands up near her head.
Dont shoot her.
Amy kept the gun pointed at me, but she was glaring at Lennox, which was why
she never saw me move close to the emergency code blue cord and yank it
from the wall.
The sheer amount of people thatd entered the room had overwhelmed Amy,
but she was smart and put the gun away before anyone could see her.
Using the commotion to her advantage, she ran, skirting past multiple nurses
who were standing there stunned.
He was following her out the door almost as quickly as shed left it.
Lennox walked up to me, placing a towel to the wound at my hand that I just
now realized was pouring blood onto the floor.
A sob caught in my throat, and the pain that Id somehow been able to
disregard in this entire debacle hit me again tenfold.
God, I slumped.
Lennox caught me and moved me towards the bed, and I went willingly.
I nodded. Yep.
I shouldve done what Michael wanted and not gotten the epidural. Then we
wouldnt be in this mess right now, I said worriedly.
Which was ridiculous since I needed a lot more than an alcohol pad to clean up
this mess. Maybe a towel or something.
Then I forgot all about the mess Id made and started focusing on the massacre
that was happening between my legs.
It burned, but it didnt hurt anywhere near as bad as everything else attached to
my body.
I closed my eyes.
And I would have had I not been worried that I might suddenly make a big move
and the baby would fall out of my vagina.
Hannah shooed out the rest of the people and Lennox and her stared at me
with worried eyes.
Shes in the custody of the police, Michael growled, throwing open the door
and slamming it shut behind him. It took him a few moments, but it wasnt long
before he realized that my vagina was out for everyone to see. What?
Michaels eyes widened when something between my legs caught his eyes, and
I moved my hand down between my legs and felt something that most definitely
hadnt been there before.
I wished Id had a camera to capture the looks on the three of their faces.
One of you need to come over here and play catcher, or you need to go get a
doctor. Now, I ordered them.
My body started to do what it was made to do, and soon I could do nothing but
push and hope they got with the game.
Michael finally came unstuck and put his doctor hat onor at least his thinking
cap anyway.
He moved between my legs, then asked the stupidest question on earth at that
point.
Instead, I closed my eyes, pushed, and daydreamed about shooting our kid out
of my vagina and hitting him with her.
Which seemed good in theory, but probably not good for real.
How come nobody waited for your family to arriveahhhh! My eyes! Nico
screamed, covering his eyes as he got a good look at my vagina.
I would be embarrassedlater.
Move out of the way, hijo. Ive got to get in there! My mother yelled.
I couldnt.
My eyes were on Michael as he did things between my legs that I hoped he and
I could both forget later on.
Then I swear to you, he stuck his hand into my vagina and I saw starsand not
the good kind.
The cord was around her neck, he rumbled softly. All better now. Push again
when you feel the next contraction.
I pushed again at the next contraction. But not because hed said to. Because I
needed to. My body wouldnt let me not do it.
Owww, ow, ow, ow, ow, I chanted over and over again.
Would you grow the fuck up, Nico? Georgia asked, shoving him out of the
doorway where he was still covering his eyes and facing the opposite direction
of me and my big ol vagina.
Georgia came to my side and swept my hair back off my face.
Fuck!
The heads out, Hannah and Lennox said at the same time, standing at the
end of the bed and looking at the humongous child that was trying to come out
and being incredibly slow about it. Your amniotic sac is still intact.
Michael made a hook with his finger and broke the amniotic sac, and suddenly I
could hear my baby, who was very unhappy with being forced from her comfy,
warm home. By her daddy no less.
Alright, Nikki! Lets get this baby delivered! Son, move out of the way! Dr.
Mead ordered Nico.
Once Nico moved, though, he came to a stop. Well, I sure didnt expect this!
For your first child no less!
I laughed.
Alright, lets get this placenta delivered. Daddy, are you going to cut the cord?
Dr. Mead asked jovially.
I moved my eyes away from our daughter to Michael, who was staring at her in
awe.
Lennox handed him the hemostats to clamp the cord, and then a pair of
scissors once hed done that.
Then, with the utmost care, he carried our little girl over to the warmer, where a
team of nurses were already set up waiting for her.
When theyd arrived, I dont know, but they were there.
I delivered the placenta, and waited for them to bring the baby to me.
I could see them all looking back at me in concern, then back at the baby.
Michael was busy washing up at the sink, so he didnt see what was going on,
but I knew immediately something was wrong.
The nurses all looked at each other, and one of them, Lucille, broke off, picking
up my daughter and carrying snugly in her arms.
She brought her over to me, and I reached for her, pulling her into my arms like
theyd taken the most precious gift away from me without plans of giving her
back. They gave me teasing bits and pieces of her until I was a whimpering,
needful mess.
Dark brown hair like me. Cheeks like Michael. Long fingers and toes like
Michael. A heart shaped chin like me.
Then she opened her eyes, and I immediately knew something was wrong.
Because the entire iris of her eye was covered in a milky white, circular film. In
both eyes.
He frowned and walked over, eyes on our baby, and immediately scowled.
What it looks like is a cataract, he said, running his thumb over the babys
cheek lovingly.
His eyes met mine and theyd never looked more serious.
My raised voice mustve made the baby annoyed because she started to cry.
Michael immediately reached forward and took her out of my arms, and I felt the
loss like a punch to the chest.
Michael brought our baby up to his chest and cradled her, brushing his nose
along the top of her head as he breathed her in.
I peeled my eyes away from where his hand was holding her under her bottom,
and looked at him.
He wasnt worried.
He leaned forward and took a seat on the side of my bed, running his hand
along the length of my cheek.
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I looked down at my hands. Seeing them
trembling, I took a deep breath and said, I love you Michael. Im sorry for
freaking out.
He pulled me to his chest, and my head rested next to the entire length of our
babys body, and I just knew everything would be alright.
***
So youre saying shell need to undergo surgery for this within the first three
months of her life, I asked the pediatrician Id painstakingly chosen out of many
in the East Texas area.
And perfect.
And it broke my heart that she had to have this done at such a young age.
I had five full days with my little beauty, until I had to see that doctor in Dallas
with her, and I was going to love her so hard.
Michael put his arms around me and hugged me to his chest, pressing his lips
against my cheek.
I shook my head. No. Not unless you want to grab me a number one from
Whataburger.
Kissing me once more, he moved his lips to our little girl and brushed his lips
over her hair.
The two best things that ever happened to me, he whispered, then left the
room without another word.
Because at the door was Wolfgang, or Wolf as I liked to call him, and baby
Nathan.
Although Baby Nathan wasnt so much a baby anymore. He was a toddler who
was full of mischief and love for all things furry.
Wolf, I said softly, smiling at him once he breached the doorway. Come in,
come in.
Wolf smiled. Id have waited to come see you, but I have to be at work in a
couple of hours, and I didnt know if Id get to see you before you got out. How
are you doing?
His own child wouldve been six months just a few weeks ago.
Wolf did, reaching forward and scooping Carolina up with nimble, practiced
hands.
She is, I agreed, turning away from the devastated look that came over Wolfs
face. How ya doing, Nathan?
Fish, he babbled.
Thats his new favorite word, Wolf explained. That and cup. Seems he only
says what he wants.
I smiled.
I smiled.
The parties had gone from all nighters to we need to leave by eight p.m. to get
the kids in bed kind of parties.
Although, it was nice to see all these reformed bad-boys turned family men.
How do you like the new mayor of Uncertain? I asked. Michael said they got a
Sheriff and Mayor in the same day. He said its been kind of crazy.
Wolf nodded. Its been a clusterfuck. Its going to take some doing to get things
settled.
I wasnt surprised.
Texas was a true Republican state, and to have two Democrat officials in high
positions in the city was really getting on a lot of the citys nerves. I was still
surprised that itd happened in the first place.
I looked to him and smiled. I dont have your cup, big guy.
Nathan frowned, and my eyes were drawn to the barely noticeable scar on his
forehead.
Hed had plastic surgery done on his head about eight weeks into his hospital
stay. Then four more reconstructions after that.
And theyd done a wonderful job. Such a wonderful job, in fact, that you could
only see that something had happened when he frowned or cried.
Today he was in his leather jacket that I never saw him without.
He had some extensive damage to the back of his head and neck, which made
him grow his hair longer than Id ever seen on any police officer before.
He wore the leather jacket to cover up the scarring on his back and neck.
Another thing Id heard from Michael.
I gotta go, he rumbled. I just wanted to come see yall and make sure you
were okay.
So hed heard.
His eyes looked up to mine, and I could see the determination here.
Well see. He placed Carolina into my arms and reached for Nathan. I cant
promise anything, though.
I looked into the sweet face of my little girl once he left the room, and came to a
decision.
You and me will get him there, little girl, I said, running my finger down the
bridge of her nose.
She stirred, and my heart filled with just a little bit more joy.
And in a few months, when Carolinas surgery was behind her, I would be
complete.
Epilogue
Michael
You left the toilet seat up again, Nikki grumbled from her bent over position.
She was loading the dishwasher and I winced. I was supposed to do that last
night. Shed asked a million times, and I just plain forgot.
Fuck.
And you forgot to take out the trash again, she continued.
I sighed.
Like the pitcher of tea. I hated drinking hot tea. And I didnt like the way ice
watered it down.
No.
So I drank my tea with ice now because it was inevitable that shed forget to put
it away.
And dont even get me started on her makeup, hair products, curling irons, and
God knows what else.
The first thing on our remodeling agenda, if it ever came to it, was a duel sink
for him and her, because I couldnt tell you how many times Id wished I didnt
have to put away shit on the counter to shave my face or brush my teeth.
Wed learned, over the last four years, how to pick our battles.
I cant fix the plumbing because you bought a male end, and I need a female
end. I said.
What do you mean? Whats the difference? Nikki asked, turning to study me.
Id been under the house, fixing the plumbing thatd decided to fucking combust
last night.
And shed been bothering the fuck out of me for the entire morning to fix it so
she could have running water for the party we were throwing for Madden.
Madden hadnt had an easy life.
Hed had a lot of struggles, but in those struggles, hed come out on top.
After Maddens children had been released from the hospital, the three of them
had gone to a foster home with Dean and Joslin, of all people.
After the whole asking for sperm from his brother debacle, Joslin finally gave up
on ever having a baby with Dean. She actually gave up a lot of things, in fact.
And with that new attitude on life, Joslin turned into a half decent person.
Joslin and Dean had helped raise not only Maddens two children, Sophia and
Tawny, but also Madden himself.
Theyd given Madden the opportunity to just be a kid while helping him raise his
children.
My brow rose. Yes, Im listening to you. But youre not saying anything that I
havent already explained to you. Five times, in fact.
I grinned at her.
No. I need you to explain to me how plumbing parts have male and female
ends.
I charged forward and pinned her to the counter, my sweaty body plastering up
against hers.
Nikki had put on a little bit of weight over the last four years, but not one bit of
that weight did I not love.
In fact, I was fucking ecstatic to have a little more of her to hold onto while I
fucked her.
Something I was about to prove during the anatomy lesson I was about to give
to her.
A female end, I said, pressing my hands against her. Is wider. It allows the
male end to fit inside of it.
I leaned past her and turned the water on, picking up the bottle of soap and
washing my hands behind her back.
She licked her lips, and I knew she knew what I was about to do.
The kids are about to wake up, she hesitated when I slapped the faucet down
to stop the flow of water once Id was finished.
I grinned.
Then my hands went to her sides, and I ran my hands up and under her shirt,
pushing it up and over her head in one fluid movement.
Her hair fell from the haphazard bun shed placed on top of her head, with a
pencil of all things, and tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
They only gave us a solid two hours at most, and it was already going on an
hour and forty five minutes.
The next thing to go were her pants, panties going with it for expediency.
Michael, she said breathlessly when I turned her around and pressed her over
the sink.
She grabbed onto the faucet for dear life, looking back over her shoulder as I
unzipped my pants.
Yeah, baby? I asked, pulling my dick from its confines and running the
hardened length up her * lips.
She gasped and pressed back against me, helping me coat my cock in her
juices as she involuntarily jerked her hips.
See, to fix this plumbing, I said, pressing my lubed cock up against her
entrance and pushing in. I need a three and five eights male end. You got me a
female end. To get full satisfaction on both ends, one wont do without the
other.
I could tell she wanted to laugh, but she was too busy moaning as my cock filled
her to the brim.
Less talking, more fucking. Were running out of time, she panted.
I agreed.
Picking up the pace, I grabbed a hold of both hips and started to move in and
out of her.
She knew what I liked, and I knew just the right angle that would set her off like
a bottle rocket.
Moving my hand between the counter top and her hips, I found the bud of her
clit and started to circle it as I ramped up my speed.
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I felt her * begin to convulse around
the length of my cock, meaning the end of me holding back.
Undid me.
Hot come poured from my cock and splashed against her insides, coating the
two of us equally as I worked myself inside of her, until the last dregs of my
orgasm abated.
Then, right on cue, I heard the sounds of Clayton as he started screaming at the
top of his lungs to be let out.
Shit, I growled, reaching forward and to the side to yank the dish towel off the
peg where Nikki insisted we hang it.
Id already pulled out and placed the towel over her entrance to catch my
release before she could protest.
Dammit, Michael, she growled, holding the towel between her legs and
glaring.
I raised my hands. So now that you know what I need, I said, buckling my
pants. How about youfuck.
My pager went off, and I looked at it over on the table, then back to Nikki.
Im sure the rest of the ladies will be able to come help you. Just remember not
to run the water in the main bathroom, I ordered as I started walking to our
bedroom.
Nikki followed me, moments later, with Clayton on her hip and a hardness to her
eyes.
What are we supposed to do when we need to wash our hands? She asked.
Wash them in the kitchen. Put a bottle of the eighteen million bottles of
antibacterial shit you have lying around every surface of the house. I dont
fuckin know, I said, shoving my foot into my boot.
She sighed.
You better be here by eight or Ill kick your ass, she growled in mock anger.
She knew what she was getting into when she married me.
She knew that the SWAT team was a huge part of my life.
With a final kiss on Clays head, I rushed out of the house, only to come to a
stop when my father and mother pulled up with Carolina.
They all waved, and Carolinas baby blue eyes followed me.
Daddy, where are you going? I wanted to show you my new cat! Carolina held
up a stuffed cat with a huge, fluffy tail.
Rolling my eyes, I blew a kiss to my little girl and said, Daddy has to go to
work.
Just like her momma, she knew when daddy had to leave to go save lives.
I made it to the station twenty minutes later, and was just in time to see Luke
and Bennett walking from their trucks.
Wonderful.
***
Nikki
Momma, I got a cat! Caro called the minute she made it through the front door.
I smiled and handed Clay off to Elizabeth and caught Carolina just as she
barreled into my legs.
Oh, yay, I said, looking up into her crystal clear blue eyes. Every time I saw
them up close my heart clutched.
Wed had Caros cataracts removed from her eyes when she was exactly one
month of age, and itd been the most terrifying experience of my life.
Shed gone through the surgery remarkably well, but the sheer horror of having
to watch my baby be wheeled away from me was torture.
And those eyes that looked exactly like Michaels sure had a way of making my
heart melt.
Yeah, Grammy and Poppop spent a hundred dollars on her. They said I better
like her. And treat her well, because that was the last time they took me there,
Caro continued.
Id known, of course, the minute theyd said that they were taking Caro to the
Boardwalk, that they were in for a rude awakening.
She could talk just about anyone into anything, which was why her room was
filled with all kinds of toys, clothes, and shit she didnt need.
Hey! Let go of my kitty! Caro screamed when Clay latched onto the kitty and
wouldnt let go.
Caro, I said sternly. Clay is just a baby. You cant yank stuff out of his hands
like that. You could hurt him.
Caro stuck out her tongue at her brother, who was all of eight months old so the
effect was lost on him, and crossed her arms.
She looked so much like Michael when she did that that I could barely stand it.
Okay, dear. Dont forget to pick up that prescription you made me call in,
Manuelo said.
Motherfucker!
Shit!
Fuck!
Okay, I said shakily, walking to the front table and clutching my keys in a tight
fist.
I was out to the car when I managed to quietly pull out my phone, open the door
to my Tahoe, and slide inside.
When I started the truck and started to back out of the driveway, I hit the call
button and immediately called Michael.
Id run out of birth control pills two weeks ago, and had completely forgotten
until just yesterday that Id not been taking them.
We both had some really odd hours, so on the off chance that we had been
able to find time to do the deed, in the past two weeks, Id forced Michael to use
a condom.
And I knew, like Id known with Clayton, that hed just knocked me up.
There was something about Michael and his damn bad intentions that made me
lose my mind. Forget that I didnt want to be pregnant.
But there Michael was with that magic dick as my lovely friends liked to call it,
and all my inhibitions flew out the window.
Shit.
***
Four hours later, with all my family and friends around me, I realized that maybe
another kid wouldnt be so bad after all.
Hes just the sweetest thing Ive ever seen! I said, rubbing my nose along
Heaths head.
Heath was all of two weeks old, and the very definition of his father.
Theyd spoken on and off for the last few years, but with the way they were
acting, looking at each other but not going near the other, I knew something had
transpired.
I just didnt know what, but I had a feeling that something would break soon.
Ecstatically so.
He took Heath from my arms and handed me my own little butterball, and I
smiled as Michael gazed longingly into Heaths little face.
For a man that hadnt wanted any children, he sure was adamant about having
more and more.
And as I looked around at all the children running and playing happily in the
yard amongst their parents, I decided that just maybe another baby wouldnt be
a bad thing.
As long as I had Michael, I could totally get on board with another kid.
With my whole heart and soul, and I knew hed always be there for me.
A man that always had his womans back, no matter what it took.
Prologue
-Coffee Cup.
Sawyer
Bristol looked over at me with a raised brow. Finals are over. You dont have
volleyball practice for two months. Its time to stop being such a hermit and just
be a college freshman like the rest of us.
I shook my head. I dont think this is going to be a good idea. Im freaking out
here, and Im not even there. I dont want to go.
Im going whether you want to or not. The decision is up to you, she left that
hanging in the air, and walked out of our shared dorm, closing the door quietly
behind her.
Shit, I sighed.
I wasnt one for parties. I was more comfortable curled up with a good book
rather than going to a party or hanging out with friends.
I loved Bristol with all my heart, and I knew she loved me right back.
Wed been friends for as long as I could remember, and I knew that shed
always be there for me. Even if I wanted to be left the hell alone.
Bristol had done her best to get me out of my head, as she liked to call it, but it
would help if I actually wanted to be out of it.
I looked longingly over at the new book I picked up at the grocery store before I
walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a black spaghetti strap
shirt.
***
I was a lightweight. After more than four, I wasnt gonna wake up for a very,
very long time.
Which was why I always stayed with one and one only.
Hed tried to publicly grope me and have sex with me, something we hadnt
done before, and wouldnt ever be doing.
Hed tried to get me to play beer pong, and when I wouldnt, he played with a
couple of other college coeds.
When I drank the first beer Id had, he thought hed won the lottery and kept
trying to force feed me more.
Youre such a fuckin downer. Get the fuck away from me, Isaac slurred.
Repeatedly.
Well, I think Ill go home, then, I hesitated. Do you want me to give you a
ride?
Seemed thered been a lot of people there for me, but theyd slowly drifted out
of the main room until there were about fifteen of us left.
I wanted to tell him no, but I knew that that was probably the only way I was
going to get out of here.
I found Bristol in the kitchen doing things that I didnt think were possible.
Mainly those things being drinking upside down with a tube shoved down her
throat while a few of the football players yelled, chug over and over. She even
managed to look good doing it, too.
Uh, Bristol? I called worriedly. Its time to get going, are you ready?
Theyd been doing that all night and I had no clue why.
I wasnt anything special, but they were staring at me like I was the biggest
piece of juicy steak theyd ever seen.
The closest football player finally lowered Bristols legs, and she hit the floor
with a spewing laugh.
Bristol nodded, so glassy eyed that I thought for sure she was going to fall over
any second.
With the help of the football players, I loaded a very boisterous Bristol, and a
very touchy Isaac into his big three quarter ton truck.
Isaacs truck wasnt my favorite thing to drive on the best of days, but it being
night and slightly rainy, I knew it wouldnt be fun at all.
Regardless of my apprehension, I got into the drivers seat, pulled the seat up
so I could reach the pedals and the steering wheel, and started it up.
Remember, it pulls to the left, Isaac slurred, leaning over the console to run
his mouth along my neck.
I cringed and pushed him slightly to fall back into his own seat.
Isaac laughed as he turned to Bristol who was sitting in the middle of the
backseat, staring at us giddily.
I knew yall would make such a great couple! She cheered, clapping her hands
like she was a seal at Sea World.
I wanted to flip her off, but it took two hands to maneuver Isaacs huge truck.
Now, two years later, it still looked brand new because he took such good care
of his precious baby.
Three years ago, when I got my first car at eighteen, itd been because Id
saved money, since I started working at fifteen.
Even now, with me out of the house, they were still struggling to make ends
meet.
So it was understandable.
Paying for my bachelors degree in nursing wasnt very easy. Thank God for
student loans.
Why are you going so slow, Sawyer? I feel like were crawling! Bristol yelled,
leaning forward on the console.
Put your seatbelt on or Ill pull this truck over, I said with as much venom as I
could.
Neither one of them ever wore seatbelts. And it drove me nuts.
He knew my rule!
Why is it so hard for yall to follow that rule? I mean, seriously, it could save
your life if we were in an accident! I growled, turning back when I saw lights
flash in front of me.
I couldnt stop.
The car thatd pulled out in front of me did it at the exact wrong time.
But I was in Isaacs huge truck, which was hard to slow since it was so big.
Which meant that, instead of stopping when I slammed on the brakes, the truck
didnt stop.
It slid.
Tires squealed.
It was terrible.
I saw the whites of the mans eyes before the truck t-boned him.
Saw the woman in the front seat turn to someone in the back.
Then nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
And I wouldnt know it until days later... but I killed every single person in the
vehicle I hit.
After the evidence has been heard, and the defendants testimony, we find the
defendant guilty of four counts of involuntary manslaughter, the spokesman for
the jury said.
All my time.
All my dreams.
Gone.
My heart hurt.
I couldnt breathe.
Eight years.
Dont worry, Sawyer. Ill get you out. Well appeal it. I promise you, my fathers
good friend and my attorney, Donald Barber, promised.
I looked at him and shook my head. Justjust take care of my parents. Theyre
going to need you.
My only hope, once the appeal was denied, was that Id make parole.
The two of them had become my soul reason for making it through.
***
Parole denied.