“Move over Rambo, my friend Lizzy can literally blow the bad guys off the face of the earth!” Honor squealed as she helped me with my the finishing touches on my hair.

Six months later and Honor still couldn’t get over my adventure...

“In my defense,” I laughed, “I didn’t know I was blowing anything up! Ty told me what to do and I simply followed instructions.”

I was glad that Ty hadn’t let me know me that in releasing the hatch in the Sky Pilot cockpit (the button I’d pushed on the dashboard to retrieve the compass and thunder bolt flash gun) I triggered the timer for the plane to explode.

“Well,” smiled Honor, “you are one tough cookie. Actually, to be fair, I think I’m more surprised that now it’s my turn to walk you down the aisle!”

“Oh ha, ha, yes, I know,” I faux-rolled my eyes, “it’s all so shocking that ‘wild and free’ Lizzy would tie the knot. Go ahead, make fun!”

Honor giggled as she helped me with the buttons on the back of my wedding dress, “seriously, I am almost as excited as I was on my wedding day!”

“Oh my gosh give it up,” I scolded. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It so IS a big deal,” Honor pouted. “And don’t downplay it, you’re beaming. Actually, no, you’re glowing. Wait a second… Lizzy Collins, do you have something to tell me? Look at you, you’re positively glowing!”

“Shut up shut up shut up!” I hissed as I grabbed Honor’s arm and whirled her away from the other bridesmaids and flower girls.

I wasn’t sure which was more shocking: that I had five bridesmaids and two flower girls at my huge wedding. Or, that I was pregnant. Yes, I was pregnant. Yes, I was getting married.

That’s right.

I finally gave in.

Lizzy Collins is getting married and having a baby!

If I’m honest, I’ve never been so happy in my life. After the whole disaster at Camp Zero, Ty was given a proper leave and we spent six months in his home town in a small rancher that we bought together. Truthfully, I needed the time off, as well. So, we found a little bungalow that needed a lot work and for half a year, that’s all we did. Eat, sleep, play around with the house, and of course, make love endlessly. It wasn’t really a huge shock, then, last week when I discovered that a little baby Powers was on his or her way… Still, it was early and no one needed to know until after the wedding.

“I just hope I don’t get a mom-body,” I stuck my tongue out at Honor who responded by throwing her arms around me and kissing my cheeks over and over again.

“Eeeeeeeee this makes me soooooo happy!!!”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed. Admittedly I was pretty darn over the moon, but it’s not my style to show off like that. “You need to calm down, no one else knows.”

“Wait, what? Not Ty?” Honor looked sad for a moment as she furrowed her brows. She grabbed my shoulders and started to protest but I interrupted her.

“I’m going to tell him right after the ceremony. It will be more special that way. I just found out last week so it’s really early on.” I gently moved her arms and grabbed hold of her hands. “No one here knows, I mean it, so please, please keep this to yourself!”

“I promise,” Honor said dutifully as she raised her pinky to mine to seal her vow. I couldn’t help but notice that on her wrist was a tiny black tattoo I’d never seen before. It looked like a crescent or half moon symbol.

“Speaking of secrets!” I was grateful for a change in subject, “what is that? When did you get a tattoo?”

Immediately Honor blushed and whipped her hand away, embarrassed almost, “it’s nothing, just a small thing.”

“Oh c’mon, let me see it, what is that?”

Honor reluctantly held out her wrist for me to inspect.

“It’s an arc,” she said. “Well, the symbol for an arc. It’s abstract.”

“It’s cute,” I said and then went back to fussing with my hair.

“I’m glad you think so,” smiled Honor knowingly—about what exactly, I had zero clue. “I have a feeling you’ll be getting one soon enough.”

“No thanks darling,” I quipped. “Not really into tattoos but whatever, it suits you.”

“Well, sometimes people change,” winked Honor.

“Okay weirdo,” I half-laughed. I had no idea what she was talking about and I was kind of over the tattoo discussion. Besides, we had to finish getting ready. Like always, when Honor and I got together, we ended up late for wherever we were supposed to be. The ceremony was supposed to start and I did not want to keep my husband-to-be waiting any longer. “Now back to me, where’s my peach lip gloss?”

Almost on cue I was pinged in the head by Walker, now three years old and laughing hysterically at the thought of hitting me in the head with my peach gloss. I ran over and tackled him as he squealed happily, “and sometimes,” I laughed, “people stay exactly the same.”

“You’re cute,” Honor said with her classic California girl smile.

Before I could respond Ty ran in.

“Ty!” I exclaimed, “you’re not supposed to see me before I walk down the aisle, what the—”

The look on his face stopped me mid-sentence and I suddenly went as pale as he was.

“Are you kidding me with this shit? On our wedding day? Seriously!!”

The sound of helicopters on approach seemed to deafen us all and immediately I knew that my wedding day was not going to go as planned.

“Don’t worry my love,” Ty said as he grabbed my hand and took off running with me in tow—my Louboutins barely touching the floor as we flew out of the room, “this time, and forever more, you’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?” I screamed.

“Where else?” Honor yelled over the sounds of the chopper on approach as she squeezed Walker tight and covered his ears, “you’re going back!”