‘You can’t do that, Alyssa,’ Eden’s voice rings out in my head.
‘He’s so tiny, Eden. He’s freezing and so afraid. I have to do something to help him,’ I think to him.
‘You are, Alyssa. You’re taking him to a family that will love and care for him. This is a hard time for him, but it will soon be over, and great things are ahead for him after this. Have patience. The storm won’t last much longer,’ he tells me.
The little boy hasn’t seen us yet. I shudder at the thought of how afraid he’ll be. As if this storm and the fact he’s lost isn’t enough for him to go through, he has to see a couple of monsters as well.
There is a huge bolt of lightning, then an enormous clap of thunder rings out, and as suddenly as the rain started, it stops.
I can’t believe the weather here. Its harsh, to say the very least.
I look to see that the boy is still huddled up against a tree, not moving.
‘I need for him to stand up. I’m going to fly up and make a small sound. I need you to be ready to fly underneath me, so you can catch him. Be ready, Alyssa,’ Eden sends me, and then he flaps his huge wings, lifting his body up off of the ground.
My eyes are trained on the tiny boy. I hear Eden shriek and the boy’s head turns up to the sky. He screams and stands up, running as fast as his little legs will go. He’s heading right toward me, but he doesn’t see me, as he keeps looking back at Eden who follows him with his claws stretched out to pick him up.
I flap my wings to bring myself up into the air, readying myself for when Eden picks him up. The boy stops as I rise up in front of him and screams again.
I cringe at the fact that we’re terrifying him. I see his eyes full of fear as Eden grabs him up by his shoulders, lifting him off of the ground. The child’s screams climb up a notch and hurt my ears.
I fly underneath Eden as quickly as I can. I feel the weight of the boy as he falls onto my back. He almost weighs nothing.
I’m reminded that this poor child has been neglected terribly. This is his only chance at survival. Maybe one day he’ll look back to this horrible scene and realize we helped him.
His tiny arms wrap around my neck. I can feel his heart beating wildly. I hum the same tune Eden hummed to me in my premonition of being killed by that Stiles man.
It vibrates my body. I hope it will help this poor child to not be so afraid. It seems to work. He’s not screaming anymore, at the very least.
The sound of people running through the trees underneath us fills my ears. The voices sound excited, but I can’t understand any of what they’re saying.
A beam of light shines up through the trees. I see Eden avoid letting it catch him. They seem to only be aware of his presence, so my cargo is safe.
‘Alyssa, I have to take them a little off the path. You have to make it back to the house on your own. I’ll be right behind you as soon as I lose them,’ he sends me.
‘Damn, I’m not sure where it is,’ I send to him.
‘Focus, girl. You can follow the smells and sounds. Just remember those things as you get closer,’ he sends and then flies away from me.
The lights follow him and I’m left alone with my precious cargo. I fly in the darkness, looking down, trying to see anything I might recognize. I remember that the house I need to go back to has a small blue light at the back of it. I look for that. The smell of the chicken cooking brings my attention to the fact I’m getting closer to the house.
The little boy on my back is holding tightly to my neck. His head touches mine as he repositions himself on my back. His thoughts fill my mind.
A room appears in my head, a dark room full of small children. Some cry and others stare blankly at the walls. I feel a pain in the pit of my stomach. It’s because I feel hungry.
The child on my back has felt hungry most of his little life. I find that so sad. There’s no reason that any child should ever feel like that. I pray this child grows up to make a difference in his home country.
The sudden smell of laundry pricks at my nose. There was a clothesline in the backyard of the people who will take care of the child.
I move towards the smell. I can’t believe Eden had to leave me like this. I have no real knowledge of where I am.
‘You’re on the right track. Keep following your senses. You are almost there,’ I hear Eden’s voice in my head.
The blue light comes out of the darkness. The little man and lady are standing by the shack in the back. I drop down lower and land in front of them.
The lady rushes to take the little boy off of my back. She has to pull at him as he’s holding so tightly to my neck. He finally releases his grip on me. He begins to cry as the lady carries him away quickly.
The man stands and looks at me. I hear the sound of wings beating through the air and Eden lands next to me. The man bows to us and says something I don’t understand, then he turns and runs into the house.
I walk behind the shack and transform back into my human form. Eden is hurrying as well. We have to hurry. Our driver is waiting down the street for us. We can’t have anyone see us at this house.
“Well, that wasn’t too hairy, was it?” Eden asks me.
“I lived through it, but it could’ve gone a little smoother. I hate that the little guy had to be so afraid. I hope he can forget about all of it,” I say as I follow Eden down a dirt alley.
“He’s alive and safe now. That fact trumps all the negative aspects of it,” he says as he walks up to the waiting car.
He opens the door and lets me get in the back seat first, then slides in beside me. “Back to the real world,” I say as I lay my head on the back of the seat.
“The real world, huh?” Eden asks me.
“You know, the one where we can be just you and me. No birds, no missions, no crazy dream life. Just the two of us, back in our home, alone. I’m finding I’ve missed that,” I tell him.
“I have too. I can’t wait to get you back home, in our own bedroom,” he says.
“I miss my jacuzzi. I could really use it about now,” I say.
Eden laughs at me. “You and your bathtub, Alyssa. Here I am, talking all about how I want to get you back into our bed, and you can only think about that tub.”
I smile at him. “It’s more than a bathtub, Eden. I will be happy to get back to it all. Back to some alone time with my husband. It’ll be nice.”
I didn’t dream about life with Kyle as I slept on the plane on our way here. I made another wish. I wished that Kyle and Laura would be happy and have a healthy family. I guess our dreams would’ve been unhealthy for him and his new family.
I turn my head away from Eden so he can’t see my face. I feel a tear run down my cheek. That part of my life is over and I have sadness in my heart about it.
I will never see that baby in real life. I will never really feel Kyle’s love for me in that way. I pray my selfishness lessens with time.
I wipe the tear from my cheek and take in a deep breath. “When we get back, I think that you and I should take a trip all alone. Maybe to the Caribbean. I bet we could get a private island and stay on it for a while. Just the two of us. I want to be with you and only you,” I tell Eden.
“That sounds nice, Alyssa. I’m not sure we can do exactly that, but I’m sure we can figure something out,” he tells me.
His hand touches mine and he sighs. “Alyssa, please don’t feel sad about never getting to see the baby in real life.”
“What?” I ask him.
“I can see your thoughts, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m jet lagged or something. My mind is so scattered. The little boy and his horror at us kind of messed me up. I feel like crying, not only for him but for all the children going hungry and being neglected. How can Our Creator let these things happen?” I ask Eden.
“It’s not for us to question,” he tells me.
I sit up, finding myself mad at his words. “When do we question? When is it finally time to question?”
> Eden smiles at me. “Alyssa, this serves no purpose.”
“That is your answer for everything. What does serve a purpose?” I yell.
Eden lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on it. “I have news for you, Mrs. Fontaine.”
So he’s trying to divert my attention. I can’t be so easily manipulated. He, of all people, should know that.
“Oh, for the love of everything holy, Eden. Not another mission. Not so soon. I’m exhausted. The long flight, the anxiety, the long flight back home. No, I can’t take anymore,” I whine.
“Okay, I won’t tell you, then. Just rest, Mrs. Fontaine,” he says softly.
I drop my head onto his shoulder. My eyes close, but my mind can’t stop.
What news does he have? Can it be any good at all? Oh, damn my curiosity!
I sit up and look at Eden. “Well, you have my mind going, so tell me before I go and make myself crazy.”
“No, you should rest. I can tell you another time,” he says.
I close my eyes again. Whatever he’s doing isn’t going to work on me. I’m exhausted. I will rest. I don’t even want to know what he has to say. I drift off for a minute and suddenly I am being carried onto our jet.
“I can walk,” I say to Eden.
“Just stay asleep, Alyssa. I’m taking you to bed,” he whispers to me.
He lies me down on the bed in the jet’s bedroom. I feel him on the bed beside me, then he wraps himself around me. His hand rests on my stomach, his warm breath on my neck.
I turn my head to look at him, his face is about an inch away from mine. “I think I can hear your news,” I say softly.
“You sure, Alyssa?”
His emerald eyes dance with his question. I look into them, trying to see what his mind has hidden from me. There is nothing but a black wall. Maybe I don’t want to know after all.
That damn curiosity I have overtakes me. “Eden! Yes, I’m sure.”
He looks into my eyes and smiles that smile which melts my insides. “When you turned into the bird, I heard something different. I heard more than I usually do.”
I frown at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I heard your heart beat. It’s loud and strong,” he says.
“Oh, that’s cool. I hadn’t paid any attention to that. I’ll see if I can hear yours next time we turn into the birds,” I say, thinking to myself he made a bigger deal out of that information than it was worth.
I lay my head back down on his shoulder, but he takes my chin in his hand and pulls it back up so I have to look at him. “Alyssa, that’s not all I heard. I heard your heartbeat and I heard another one as well. A little heartbeat,” my husband tells me. Then it all goes black.
A baby! Already …
EDEN’S ENDING
Our daughter, Gwen, was born on a Tuesday morning in the month of April. It’s been four years since that day. My connection to my mate is still strong, but thankfully not the same. With the pregnancy, we found the child connected us even more so than we already were.
I experienced everything Alyssa did throughout the pregnancy and the delivery. Thanks to that knowledge, I now have a new respect for mothers. The whole thing is hard and the end is a nightmare of squeezing pain.
But in the end, you get this perfect little person and somehow it makes it all worth it.
Thankfully, that condition is gone, and I can feel only my feelings and she can only feel hers. We still have our telepathy, and it keeps getting stronger.
With the arrival of our own child, we became aware that many children need our help, so we’ve moved our foundation in that direction. Not only feeding and educating children, but also setting up programs for people to spend time doing meaningful activities with them.
We educate their parents about how to make a happy life for them by putting family first and material items second. We build homes for needy families and help the parents get educations if necessary.
It was my mate’s idea to build a better furture for their children and I quite like it. We want to make the world a place where the importance of the family is in the forefront again, like it once was.
My wife is a professional speaker now and holds seminars on the importance of finding a balance in relationships. Her disdain of the ancient ways made her seek education and she found anthropology is what excited her the most.
She’s on her way to a master’s degree. She says she’ll be content to stop there, but my bet is on her getting her doctorate. My wife, Dr. Alyssa Fontaine. I like the sound of that.
Kyle has an MBA and his own band. He and Laura married. They still live outside of Austin and have two children now, both boys, a farm full of animals, and a yellow lab they treat like one of their children.
Laura has just started college. She wants to be a school teacher. It turns out she loves kids and teaching them things. She found that out through helping with our foundation.
Me, I’m into spreading the word of Our Creator. I studied religions from all over the world, then majored in philosophy. Now I am the pastor for our organization and also for The Rising Spirit Church.
We have a little television program that comes on Sunday nights and a following of a few million people from around the world. It’s a nondenominational church, of course. We welcome all kinds.
It’s getting to be time for dinner. The whole clan is coming to the mansion this evening. Scotty is introducing us to his new girlfriend. It’s not his first girlfriend, but it’s his first serious one.
Scotty turned out to be a player in more ways than one. Those days might be numbered now, as he talks about this girl constantly, a sure sign.
My mate is at the door to my office. I can tell she’s ready for us to go downstairs. I walk to her and take her hand. A flash of her naked body lying across our bed with a large stomach blasts through my mind.
“Where’s Gwen?” I ask.
“With your father. He took her for a walk,” she tells me. Her hair is curled and falling down around her face. Her lips are so red and shiny and I can’t focus.
I can only think about how beautiful she is and how much I want her. Oh, Lord, help us, here we go again. And I couldn’t be happier.
The End.
Unforeseen Treasure
A Single Daddy, Billionaire, Navy Seal Romance
Lieutenant Commander Damon Saunders was caught off guard when I met him at Lanesborough Hotel in London. He and I had business to attend to. But our business was pushed aside quickly.
Always the consummate professional, I was shocked to find my inner woman clambering to the surface, stuffing the professional in me down as far as possible. The man was abnormally hot and muscular and turned me into a puddle of desire with just one look.
I was worried my self-discipline would become compromised. And I was right. That man compromised me nine ways to Sunday.
I was left wondering if it could really turn into something more, something that could last …
Damon
Waking up in a cold sweat, out of breath, and nearly falling out of my bed, I grasp the certified letter off the nightstand and read it once more.
Lieutenant Commander Damon Saunders,
Your presence is required at the Lanesborough Hotel in London, England at noon on May 25th. You will report to suite 407. A private jet will be sent to you at the Naval Air Station in Pensacola, Florida, where you are currently stationed. You will be met at the Heathrow Airport by a driver who will have a sign with your name on it. Go with him. He will bring you to me. Accommodations for the period of five nights have been purchased, along with all the meals for that duration of time.
Do not underestimate my ability to find you wherever you are, anywhere around the globe. I will speak to you, no matter what you may want.
This doesn’t have to be unpleasant. It’s all up to you and how you decide to accept the consequences of your actions.
Yours in sincerity,
Livacious Tillman
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��Who the hell could this be?” I ask myself as I put the letter back down and get out of bed. “I need a drink.” Laughing, I realize just how much I’ve been talking to myself since the letter arrived three days ago.
There are three days until I need to depart fromFlorida, making my way to London on a jet I have no idea who’s sent to fetch me. I know I should blow the whole thing off. The idea that anybody could find me anywhere in the world is insane after all.
But there’s just enough crap in that letter to make me think I should go. The consequences thing has me curious. I’ve done some major shit in my life. A career in the Navy has seen to that.
I’ve been on a Seal Team for the last six years, and I’ve done more in those years than my entire life put together.
But who could hold me responsible for anything I did with the Seals? And why would they only target me? And why the hell is London the place I have to go to?
The last time I was in London was about five years ago. I took a short R&R after one bitch of a mission had me nearly wiped out. I’d started out messing with random chicks, then settled into a five-night sex-fest with one woman. She was nuts!
She would only tell me her name. Her first name was Jennie, and she told me nothing more than that. It was all about the sex. And that was cool with me. I wasn’t into having a relationship at that time, and she didn’t seem to be about that either.
Maybe it’s her who’s wanting a rendezvous?
“Nah, can’t be,” I say to myself. “I didn’t give her more than my first name either.”
With nothing more than one tap on the door, my buddy, Jim, opens it and has a piece of paper in his hand, waving it at me. “You have an order to make a phone call, my friend. And who is Liv Tillman?” He’s fully dressed in his uniform and I’m still in nothing but my skivvies. An eternity in the service has left us both none too shy about the lack of clothing on my part.
“An order?” I ask as I take the note out of his hand and read it out loud. “Mr. Saunders.” I stop and look at Jim. “Mister? What a jerk.”
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