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“Stop apologizing and kiss me.”
She lowered her mouth to mine, and the pain was finally gone.
“Was I right, or was I right? You’re gonna have some beautiful babies,” Rachel said. “Come on. Let’s get you guys moved closer to the house.”
“What about him?” Grace asked.
“I never want to see his face again,” I said.
“You can’t see his face because it’s not there.” Rachel stepped sideways to block the view, though we couldn’t see much in the darkness.
“You shot him in the face?” I grunted, lifting to my feet. Grace draped my arm over her shoulder on one side while Rachel helped me on the other.
“I aimed for the head, but it was dark,” she said.
“Are you saying your aim is off at night?”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll find the horse tranquilizer, because it certainly sounds like you don’t have enough morphine.”
The beautiful sound of helicopter blades whipped in the distance. The medics air-lifted us to the hospital. A unit was dispatched to collect Chad’s body, and altogether, the night was the worst and best one of my life.
* * *
I sat by her bedside,watching her sleep. A gentle smile curved her face. Her eyes moved underneath the eyelids and her fingers fluttered over her belly where she rested her hand. Grace’s wrists and ankles were healing, but the wounds and the sizeable bruises over her skin, shaded in green, purple and yellow, were a gruesome reminder of the kidnapping. Grace had begged Chad not to hurt her and at the last minute, told him she was pregnant. He’d said he’d make sure she’d miscarry, but the front lock clicked just then, and he’d changed his plan. He’d dragged Grace out the back moments later. I jerked at the memory.
Grace shifted in her bed, bringing my attention back to her beautiful face. Our joint hospital room was filled with bouquets, teddy bears, and a couple of stuffed toad plushies. I’d strung get-well cards across the ceiling, and made sure Grace had all the makeup and hair accessories she needed. It turned out all she needed was rest, and me.
She remained under observation while I healed from my surgery. The doctors removed the bullet lodged in my thigh, sewed me up, and ran the new tests I requested. We were both scheduled to be discharged this afternoon, and I couldn’t wait to take Grace home. She stirred, and I sat higher in my chair. Her eyes opened, closed, and opened again, like she couldn’t believe she was here. Her mouth stretched wide when she saw my face. I leaned in as she reached out to touch my longer facial hair, her delicate fingers stroking affectionately over my jawline.
“Your beard is re-growing.”
“I wouldn’t call this a beard, but I’ll keep it if you’d like.”
“It reminds me of Costa Rica. It’s where I fell in love with you all over again.”
I rose and shifted my weight to my right, uninjured leg, and bent down to kiss her. Her warm lips welcomed mine, and I whispered against her mouth, “It’s where we made our baby.”
Her smile pressed to my lips. “Sit back down and don’t strain.”
“And how long do I have to wait until you let me strain?” I kissed her again and lowered myself to the chair.
“Knowing you, Tarzan, not long.”
“Good. Because there’s something I must tell you.”
She reached for the control at her bedside and pressed a button. The bed buzzed and lifted her into a sitting position.
“What is it?”
“I had something done while you were asleep.”
“Let me guess… A tattoo? No, it can’t be a tattoo because you don’t have any bandages…unless it’s underneath—”
“It’s not a tattoo.” I moved closer. “It’s way better. The doctor ran some tests, and I can confirm I’m not sterile.”
She bubbled with laughter. “I thought we already established that.”
“But you know what this means, don’t you? We can definitely make more babies.”
