Darian
Two years later…
I roll over in bed,only to have a small, frito-smelling foot shoved into my face. I open my eyes to see my toddler’s plump little face smiling up at me, giggling- probably at the fact that his foot is shoved into my nose.
Looking past him, I see that Becky and Peter are still fast asleep, so I scoop little Michael up and take him to his highchair at the kitchen table. Right now his favorite thing to eat are these little chocolate chip waffles, so I pop one in the toaster and hand it to him once it’s cooled off a bit.
Michael is named after Becky’s late father, and he recently turned two. His middle name is Brash, and his last name is SilverStrong. Becky decided that she wants any kids we have to have the last name SilverStrong, mine and Peter’s last names combined- but only if she gets to pick the first name. Middle name is chosen by a unanimous vote.
The kid is my favorite thing in the entire world. He has this curly strawberry blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Not to mention his face full of freckles. He might possibly be the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen.
Leaving him to munch on his waffle, I turn to the stove to make some breakfast for the two loves of my life- my famous omelets. As I’m about to flip the last omelet, I feel someone’s arms slide around my waist. I’m so startled that the omelet slips off the spatula and breaks open in the skillet.
Abandoning the stove, I turn around to see Peter. I look to my left to see Michael cracking up at my little mishap, and to my right to see Becky slouching her way in, bundled up in her favorite fuzzy robe.
The three of us embrace and share kisses all around.
“Good morning, I’m making us some omelets- or at least I was before Peter ruined one of them.”
Becky peaks into the skillet, turns off the burner, and scoops the broken omelet onto a plate.
“I’ll take this one- I don’t mind it like this.”
She goes to take a bite, but I stop her.
“You’re really gonna eat that without the avocados?”
“Oh come on, you know I hate avocados.”
“You haven’t even tried them on top of my omelets! Come on, you’re gonna have to try it one day, might as well be now.”
She rolls her eyes and goes back to shoveling a forkful into her mouth. Man that girl is stubborn- but I’ll get her to try it one day.
“Whatever, more avocados for us then!”
“You got that right!” Peter joins in, slapping my ass.
After breakfast, Michael takes a small nap, and we pack up some things to take the park. A blanket to lay on, some snacks, some water, things like that.
I love when we go on family outings like this. I didn’t grow up with a family that ever did things like this. My father was always too busy with work, and my mom didn’t care enough to actually get us all out together. So I appreciate days like this, with my own little family- and I vow to never be like either of my parents.
When we arrive at the park, we find a nice shady spot to lay our blanket and things down, that’s right next to the toddler jungle gym. Michael immediately runs off to play, and Peter follows him.
Life the past couple years has been more than I ever could’ve dreamed of. Every time I think about how lucky we are, I get tears in my eyes- and I’m not even that much of a sentimental person. But I can’t help it- this is everything I’ve ever wanted and so, so much more.
Peter and I decided to join forces. I ditched my old company, because Becky found some evidence that there were a couple of moles working there. So Peter and I created a company together, a company that has been more successful than either of us ever could have done on our own.
Becky still works for the FBI, but she stays away from the kind of dangerous field work she did before. She still feels very strongly about catching the bad guys, and I know that she always will. But she decided to take a more behind the scenes approach.
Getting kidnapped really woke her up to the dangers of going under cover and sticking her nose in dangerous situations. And now that she has me and Peter- and our son Michael, she doesn’t want to risk anything like that happen to her again. Not to mention the PTSD she has suffered from that entire experience.
Honestly, I’m glad that she decided to change up her career path just a bit. I would never pressure her into doing that, and neither would Peter- but we both sleep much better knowing she isn’t in actual contact with any dangerous crime lords.
As for crime lords, Don Carlos was caught about a year ago. They caught him and a huge amount of his gang. They’re all locked up, seventy years to life. The day we found that out, well let’s just say… we celebrated.
On top of her job as an FBI agent, Becky also helps out at the company. After she found out that there were a few moles that slipped in right under our noses- she insisted that we have everyone who steps foot into that building is investigated.
We agreed and offered her the job. It’s a precaution, so that nothing like that can ever happen again. Something I never would’ve even thought about doing. I love knowing that Becky is always there with the perfect solution. It’s comforting.