Seven months later…
ALL WE NEED is love. That has always been Jes’s mantra. I’ve literally been to Hell and back—so I hold on to that precious thing called love with every fiber of my being.
“What about this one?” Pallas questions with a grunt as he tosses me a file, pulling me from my hippie thoughts.
I quirk an eyebrow at him as I skim the summary. Fireman killed saving a child from a burning building. Two tours in Afghanistan. Volunteered at the old folks’ home on weekends.
“I like him. He’s a good one. Brave, selfless, and valiant,” I agree. “He’d make a kickass SG.”
“Language,” he growls in annoyance.
I know better than to think he’s angry with me though. Pallas is like the father I never had, and he secretly likes it when I rile him up.
“Sorry,” I laugh. “But seriously, let’s sign this one.”
He nods his agreement and stamps the file as “approved.”
Pallas and I are HEA’s most successful recruiters. Together, we work to find badass people to train for the elite. The moment Love and I got back from our much-needed vacation, I was pulled into his office, and this is where I now go each day from nine to five, Monday through Friday.
We pore over a few more files, and before I know it, it’s quitting time.
“Sorry to leave you hanging, old man”—I stand and stretch—“but I need to go see my woman.”
He rolls his eyes at me, just like always, pretending to be sickened by our syrupy love. “You saw her, like, four hours ago at lunch.”
“Four hours too long,” I chuckle as I wave to him.
The moment I leave his office, I trot toward the stairs. I don’t want to wait to see her, and the elevator is too damn slow. God, I miss her so fucking much.
Once I make it to the floor of the observation deck, I burst through the door and pass an SG who’s leaving. Sadness at having delivered his good charge to Heaven causes his wings to sag. I feel bad for the guy, but I know he’ll soon be watching over someone new—someone he’ll grow to love and care for just like the last one. Those guys really do have awesome jobs.
I make my way to a door to the right—the door that leads to the kitchen, where the cookies are made. What I see upon entering stops me in my tracks, and I pause to enjoy the view.
Love is bent over at the stove, removing a fresh batch of cookies. She looks fucking delectable in her white leather pants and matching knee-high boots and it causes my dick to grow hard. One of Jes’s rules, though, is no hanky-panky in the kitchen. We’ve only broken the rule once.
“Whatcha cookin’, good-lookin’?” I drawl out as I stride over to her.
She giggles and drops the pan onto the hot plate. Wrapping my arms around her, I splay my palms over her very large belly.
“How’s my boy?”
She sighs. “Active. You know how he loves it when I’m in this kitchen. I have it on good authority that he’ll be a great cook like Mommy one day.”
The very idea that we got pregnant during our two week “vacation” pleases me to no fucking end. Jes asked us to trust him, and we did. He always looks out for us and recently asked where we’re going next year for our “vacation.” That day, Love cried and cried in his arms, thanking him for everything he’s given us and everything he continues to give.
He always said that he loved the children.
I twist her in my arms and peck her lips before falling to my knees. Pressing an ear against her belly, I talk to my son.
“I missed you, Andrew. We can’t wait to see you,” I rumble out, keeping my voice deep so he’ll hear it.
He rolls around in her tummy, and I smile.
“I thought I said no hanky-panky,” Jes laughs behind me and ruffles my hair.
Speak of the devil… I look up in time to see him steal a fresh cookie.
“Hey! Stay away from my cookies,” Love playfully chides.
“What?” He shrugs his shoulders as I stand. “I have the munchies.”
I shake my head at him but laugh. “You’re looking for trouble, hippie. You know how this woman feels about her cookies.”
“I know,” he says with a smile. “She’s so mean.”
She sticks her tongue out at him, but it’s all in jest. “Where’re you going all dressed up?” she questions.
I skim his appearance and chuckle. He’s wearing a holey shirt, no pun intended, and an even holier pair of jeans.
“Baseball game with the kids. Big Kurt says his team is winning, but we all know my team always wins,” he reveals with a wink.
I don’t miss his underlying message, and I’m so fucking thankful we’re on his team.
Love puts fresh cookies on a platter. “Here. Take these to the children. Make sure you save one for Daniel and little Kurt, Jes. I don’t want to have to come after you—because you know I will.”
He chuckles as he takes the plate. “One day, you can come with me, Love. I promise.”
We both know he holds true to his word.
“Catch you later,” he calls out as we follow him out onto the observation deck. He pushes through the door and out into the clouds.
The two of us wave after him and watch in awe as he’s crowded by many figures. That Jes is loved by all, especially by us.
Once he disappears, I turn and tug my wife into my arms.
“I love you, angel,” I growl, “and I can’t wait to peel these sexy-ass pants off your body.”
She giggles and swats at me. “Language, Omega!”
“Okay, Pallas,” I tease before I steal a kiss, and haul her gently back into the kitchen. Once inside, I kick the door closed with my foot. “Let’s make some hanky-panky.”
When I kiss her hard enough to make her knees buckle, she whimpers. But she’s not going anywhere. I’ll always have her tight in my grasp.
“Do you think it’ll always be like this?” she questions in a soft tone and regards me with a look I love—one filled with trust and unconditional love for me.
“Like what?”
“Omega and Love, on top of the world.”
I smile and press a kiss to her supple lips. “Is there any other way?”
The End.