Because on the same hand, I am not ready, because I want days like that in bed with you all over again, and I know a little ‘Tribble’ would change things between us… but the idea that you might have my baby in your womb is making me turn into complete and utter mush.
Oh gosh, I want to kiss you so badly right now… I miss you so much it hurts. I’m so glad we shared the photos that we took, texting them to each other, because it’s the only thing keeping me sane.
I am so proud of you telling your ex-husband off!
I wish someone could have recorded it, because I bet you were so fiercely beautiful and intense in that moment. You get this little pert frown that is so adorable it makes me want to kiss you right in-between your eyebrows… ha, ha, ha!
I’ve got to head into a briefing – but I’ll try to write tonight.
Love you, sweetheart.
Forever & always,
Your husband
* * *
Mary couldn’t helpthe bubble of joy that escaped her as she read his email over and over again.
He was such a sweetheart! She could practically picture him grinning at the computer, typing away, and even blushing as he typed such intimate things to her.
She understood why Glory encouraged her to be strong and keep her worries to herself – because it was too much for them overseas. They were isolated, stressed, tired, and lonely… and she vowed to be Jax’s source of comfort, no matter what.
* * *
My beloved husband…
I adored your email – until you got to the part where you called our baby a Tribble! If I’m pregnant, I’m hoping I don’t multiply like they did on Star Trek… nor are they hairy little blobs that make cooing sounds.
Blobs are okay… but only a sonogram.
Cooing babies are completely acceptable – at any time.
Sigh, I wish I could kiss you too…
I keep thinking of our wedding night and understand why you are blushing. Who knew my husband is a wild man behind that innocent face? If I close my eyes, I can practically hear the hitch in your voice as you are holding me in your arms, whispering to me. That thought alone is what makes my knees weak, if you want to know…
That… and tracing your tattoo on your hip.
Mercy, I think I need to turn on the air-conditioning – it suddenly went up ten degrees in here, or I’m running a fever.
Fanning myself and daydreaming,
Your LUCKY wife
CHAPTER20
GHOST
Jax couldn’t stop smilingat Mary’s email, and knew the other guys were watching him. He was laughing at her comments about the Tribbles, beaming at the thought of her typing this out, and sighing at the memories she was evoking within him.
“Sheesh… Ghost,” Maestro said in frustration, looking at him pointedly. “Can you either stop radiating sunshine over there, or read it aloud so the rest of us can enjoy whatever has you grinning like the Joker…”
“Oh,” Jax hesitated, swallowing. “I can’t read it aloud, guys.”
Maestro groaned audibly and sighed, sliding down in his chair as Sparky, Ricochet, and Inferno started laughing knowingly.
“Ohhhh my gosh I wish I had a girlfriend that would write me naughty things like that. You stupid, lucky cuss…” Maestro uttered. “Noooo, I literally get a bill forwarded to me, by my child’s Baby-Momma-Drama that I get to deal with on a few rare occasions.”