Wasting no time.

Nick was wasting no time getting me back to him.

I closed my eyes as we took off.

When we were climbing into the sky, I opened them, turning my head so I was looking out the window.

We were flying east.

We were flying into the dawn.

We were heading straight to the morning light.

I was going to Nick.

Another first in my thirty-one years of life.

I was going home.

* * * * *

Creed

Thirty Minutes Later

His wife’s back to the wall, her ass in his hands, his cock drilling inside her, the noises of them fucking filling their hotel room, Creed felt her move her hands so they framed his face.

He lifted it out of her neck and looked to his Sylvie.

At the look in her green eyes, he stopped moving, buried deep inside her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Yeah.

Fuck yeah.

His Sylvie.

“Born to love me, baby, like I was born to love you,” he whispered back.

Her eyes got soft as they dropped to his mouth. He suspected his did too, as he dropped his mouth to hers.

Creed kissed her, moving her from the wall. Still inside her, he walked her to the bed and put them both into it.

There, they stopped fucking.

They finished making love.

His Sylvie had wanted four kids.

She wanted it, Creed gave it to her.

But that night, Creed gave her number five.

* * * * *

Raid

Thirty Minutes Later

Raid walked across the porch with its now-empty porch swing to the door, through it and into the farmhouse.

A light was on, shining dim from the living room to his left.

He walked that way and saw her there, on the flowered sofa, curled up in an afghan, head to the arm of the couch, asleep.

Waiting up for her man, she’d conked out.

Pregnant women, he’d learned (repeatedly) did that shit.

He moved to her and sat in the area open at the curve of her lap, a small area considering the size of her belly.

He had a hand lifted to pull her blonde hair away from her face even as her head turned and her big blue eyes opened.

Blinking, she focused on him.

“Hey,” she whispered. “It go okay?”

“Nothing sweeter,” he answered.

Her head slightly twitched as she lifted it up from the couch.

“Sorry?”

“Years, my two boys, my baby girl you got in you, countless hot fudge sundaes, all that you gave me, and there’s nothin’ sweeter.”

She was getting him, he knew it when he saw her face grow soft.

“Raiden.”

His name was hushed, reverent.

Fuck, but she loved him.

Nothing sweeter.

He bent to her, his mouth a breath away from hers, he murmured, “Nothin’ sweeter, honey, than the love you give to me.”

He watched from close as his wife’s eyes got wet.

“It went okay,” she said softly.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

He watched her shining pretty blue eyes smile.

Then he kissed her.

* * * * *

Deacon

An Hour and a Half Later

He wasn’t even to the steps of the porch before the front door opened and the dogs came bounding out.

He stopped and bent to his pups. Running his fingers through the soft fur of Boss Lady’s and Priest’s heads, he did it with his head tipped back, his eyes on his wife standing with her shoulder leaned against the jamb of the door, one arm out, holding the storm open. She had on one of his T-shirts, her dark hair was all over the place, her eyes tired, and she was so fucking beautiful, she looked ready for a photo shoot.

He felt his mouth curl up as he straightened. Clicking his tongue to call the dogs, they trotted beside him as he moved to the front steps and up them.

“Did you eat?” she asked before he even made it to her.

“Nope,” he answered.

She raised her eyes skyward.

His lips curled up farther.

She didn’t move from the door so he stopped in front of her. Boss Lady shoved into the house. Priest sat his ass down on the porch by his daddy.

Cassidy’s eyes moved over her husband’s face.

They ended their journey looking into his.

“It all go okay?” she asked.

“Girls asleep?” he asked back.

“For about two more seconds,” she replied.

Deacon grinned again. “Call Milagros,” he ordered.

“And I’m doing that…why?” she sassed.

“She’s lookin’ after our babies tonight. We’re spendin’ the night in cabin eleven.”

Her eyes changed. They went soft, and with that look, she reminded him what she made him feel, always, even when he wasn’t conscious of feeling it. Something he never thought he’d feel again, not in his life, not until she gave it to him. Something he now felt every fucking second of every fucking day he woke up by her side knowing he’d end that day going to sleep the same place.

Warm.

Safe.

Loved.

And happy.

* * * * *

Nick

One and a Half Hours Later

Nick stood on the tarmac leaning against the beat-up old Defender he’d bought, watching the plane taxi toward him.

It stopped well away.

He didn’t move.

He just watched.

The door slowly folded open.

The stairs barely hit the concrete before she came out, quickly and awkwardly, walking sideways down the narrow steps, holding on to the railing, her eyes aimed his way.