by Frankie Love
She holds our baby boy to her chest as I press a cloth between her legs, washing her up gently. I'm thankful the labor went without any trouble. Our son was a little irritated at the proposition of being born, but he came around. Now, mom and baby are both crying, looking at each other, knowing that this is a miracle.
I wring out the cloth in the basin of warm water and wash my wife again. Then I drape the sleeping bag over her body, trying to make her comfortable. She's worked hard at making our cave a home the last nine months, weaving a rug and saving animal fat to make little candles. I made our baby a little bassinet, a cradle where she can keep an eye on him.
"You did so good," I tell her, kneeling on the floor, running a hand over her forehead. "You okay?"
She nods. "Look at him, Stone. He's perfect."
“What should we name him?” I ask her.
She grins. “How about Bramble?”
“Why Bramble?” I ask, thinking I like the sound of it.
Her eyes sparkle. “Well, that way we can call him Bam-Bam. Wasn’t that Betty’s son?”
I chuckle. “God, I love you.” I lean down to kiss her lips. "You are so strong. And I'm so proud of you."
She smiles, her eyes lit up not with fire but with love. "I’m the luckiest cave-mama to ever live.”
Epilogue 2
Rock
I was recruited for this mission because I knew a thing or two about getting a job done.
I was trained by the best – Sergeant Langham – and I’m fucking grateful to have learned how to navigate difficult terrain from a man like him. I saved his life once, and he told me he’d give me anything I wanted in return.
But there’s only one thing I want and I can’t get it from him.
I want a wife.
A woman to call my own – and after crawling through this damn jungle for weeks on end, I’m more determined than ever to get home and do just that.
Hell, I’ll even try out online dating if I need to. Find some matchmaker. Whatever it takes. I’ve been alone long enough. I want a woman to come home to at night. Sure, I might be a gruff-around-the-edges soldier – but with a little tender loving care I figure the beast within can be tamed.
But I’ve got to get home first.
Now, the five men on my team are deep in a maze of caves, tunnels winding for miles under the Yucatan jungle. And losing my way isn’t an option.
Carnage shouts, “They’re up ahead!”
Stone yells, telling us to stay low. I can’t see Storm or Flint for the life of me.
I know what to do. I run to the left, knowing a blast is coming our way – the terrorists we are after know we are edging in close.
I hear it before I see it – the grenade going off, the walls of the cave rumbling. From the corner of my eye I see a patch of green and I dive for an exit that shouldn’t have been there – not according to the mapping I’d done in prep for this mission.
But it’s the green ass jungle and I’m flying toward it as the cave begins to shake, rattle, and roll.
My head smacks hard on a rock, and for a split second I blink, seeing a clear blue sky – before blacking out.
When I come to, I try to roll over, to stand, to get a sense of my bearings – but I’m dizzy, dehydrated – and not at all alone.
Right in front of me there is a big ass tiger. This isn’t some stripey ass cat from the zoo.
This is a prehistoric saber tooth, and it’s coming for me.
I have no idea where the hell I am, but this isn’t where I want to be.
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I’ve been here a long ass time. Lonely as hell and wishing for a wife.
When a woman arrives she thinks she’s time-travelled to a prehistoric nightmare.
I think she’s finally come home.
She’s innocent, curvy, and all kinds of cute.
And she thinks I’m nothing but a cave man.
Growly. Grumpy. Gruff.
She’s not wrong.
She also has ideas about marriage. She’s planning on wearing white, with her father walking her down the aisle of a church.
That’s not happening here in the jungle.
Closest thing to a chapel is a cave and I have no intention on her staying pure until her wedding.
I want her now. Today.
She thinks her father would never give her away to me … but she’s wrong.
Besides, I’m not asking for her hand, I’m taking it.
Dear Reader,
This one’s raunchy, racy, and a little bit ridiculous. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Xo, Frankie
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About Frankie
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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