Page 58 of Nightstalker

When I felt his hands on my cheeks I allowed the first tear to slip. His lips twitched as he lowered his face to mine, barely brushing them against mine, whisper soft.

He was alive.

“I love you Lincoln Parker, 3160.”

He pulled back and looked in my eyes, “You remember?”

“Yes. I remember everything. Every last detail. Anything that I could hold on to until we could bring you home.”

He looked pleased I had remembered our silly code for ‘I love you’.

“I love you too, Jasmin Parker. I love you so damn much baby.”

Epilogue

Jasmin

It’s been four months since we brought Lincoln home. Four months of marital bliss, four wonderful months of learning each other all over again. I loved every single second. Lincoln, however, had been bitching because he still had not been cleared for duty. I knew he truly believed he was a super hero, but hell, fourteen out of twenty-four ribs were cracked. He was lucky he hadn’t punctured a lung. He had lacerations on every inch of his body. He had just had his first appointment with the plastic surgeon to remove the smiley face burns all over his back. I told him I did not care about the scars. Admittedly, my mistake was telling him this with tears in my eyes as I cleaned his back. He promptly told me that he would not allow me to relive the worst five days of my life every time I saw his back. That was my husband, always trying to protect me.

Zane was still being short and even more withdrawn than he normally was. I needed to get a handle on what was wrong with my brother-in-law. Lincoln tried to talk to him but Zane shut him down. He was being reckless and taking stupid chances. Someone needed to straighten him out and fast.

Linc and I were lying in bed, the scent of sex still lingered in the room. Both of us still panting from exertion. Damn, this man got better and better every single time. I could feel the wetness leaking from between my legs, only adding to my lust. He had me tucked into his side, my arm thrown over his stomach, and he was trailing his fingers from my shoulders to my ass. Nice.

I had something to tell Linc. I was shocked I had been able to keep it secret for as long as I had.

“I love you, Linc.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Sigh. Would I ever tire of hearing those words?

“So, you ready to give up being a bad ass operator and start changin’ diapers?”

Yup, there it was, smooth. Shit and damn. I probably could have found a better way to tell him I was pregnant.

Lincoln’s body went solid. Oh shit, maybe it was too soon.

“What’d you just say?”

“Umm, that umm.”

“You tellin’ me you’re having my baby?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m trying to tell you I am having your babies. Plural.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that broke across my face. I smiled so wide it hurt.

“How many we talkin’ about, Sweet Jasmin?”

I loved it when he called me that. I felt goose bumps break out all over my skin as Lincoln’s voice tickled the side of my face.

“Two.”

“You givin’ me two babies?”