His Father
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“There won’t be mattresses,” she sniffs, turning to face me.
“I know.”
“No home comforts, no coffee, no tea after the first few weeks. No internet, electric, chocolate.”
I smile softly. “Will there be you?”
“Yeah,” she replies, biting her lip. Her gorgeous eyes glitter with excitement. “There will be me.”
“And you’ll give me a do-over?”
Tears come with her laughter as she unbuckles her belt and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’ll give you a do-over.”
“Then I’m going wherever you are.”
When I kiss her she accepts it and returns it with equal passion. She tastes sweet and I wonder how I ever thought I could give this up.
“I’m making the selfish choice, Tempest. I’m keeping you even though it’s probably not the right thing to do.”
She shakes her head at me, looking amused. “I don’t care, we’ll take it one day at a time. Everything else can come as it comes.”
“Finally.” Cassius grins at us before taking the seat beside me. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
I grin and kiss her again.
“There’s a stipulation to this though, Tempest. After this trip we have to go on a vacation of my choosing, with a pool, and a beach and waiters.”
She laughs, throwing her head back with it. “Deal. One hundred percent that’s a deal.”
I kiss her again, swallowing her laughter as Cassius makes gagging noises beside me. That is until I kick him in the shin with the back of my heel.
“It’s time for safety speeches,” somebody calls from somewhere on the plane.
“The things we do for love,” I grumble, kissing her one last time. “If I die, it’s on you.”
“Not even funny, Sarge,” she replies, slapping my chest directly over the tattoo I’ll reveal to her later. For now, I’m going to sit back, relax, and enjoy these last few hours of electricity with Tempest. Soon it’ll be sleeping bags and tents.
Maddox: Miss you both already. Look after her, Dad.
Sargent: That goes without saying.
THE END
Yasmin Alyssia, thank you so much for always being one of the first to offer aid. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Addi Whillock, you keep me sane yet amplify my insanity all at the same time. You get it.
Samantha Louise Heaney, Adriana Rizak Healing, the twat sisters who I don’t know how to live without.
B.A.N.G. My favorite group on FB. Thank you for keeping my days full of laughter.
My kids, thank you for helping Mummy while she’s working. You’re incredible little babes. Even though I hope you never read this.
Momma G and Papa Rue, aka, Gina (Mummy) and Rue (Step-Daddy), thank you for having the kids during my signings, etc, and for everything else you do.
Siobhan, my sister, for having my daughter in return for me having your son. You owe me way more than I owe you but here’s the mention you moan you never get. Yes, I know, I’m so funny.
Mary Murphy, my nan who is also one of my best friends and an amazing poet. I love you and you know it. See what I did there?
A. E. Murphy is the queen of sarcasm and satire, she likes long walks in the park, as much as ice cubes like to chill in a roasting oven.
She’s effortlessly independent and so good at adulting it’s unfair on the rest of the world. She only napped twice today and has only avoided the dishes for three days before making the child slaves do them this morning.
Winning!
Her favourite hobby is writing, her worst hobby is reading through that writing.
Also, she has two three cats that carry toys to the top of the stairs and drop them down so they can chase them. They do this repeatedly in the middle of the night.
Who cares if she has work the next morning?
Not the cats, that’s for sure.
And if it’s not the cats doing the waking, it’s the toddler crawling into bed with her and pulling individual hairs from her scalp with pudgy little fingers for comfort.
This is likely why she’s in a constant state of grump unless there’s chocolate and coffee.
P.S. Please leave feedback, if not on the book then on this ridiculous bio she wrote herself. It’s the least you can do seeing as she’ll forever talk in the third person now.
Alex loves her readers. Alex says thank you. Alex smiles.
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The Little Bits Series
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A Little Bit of Us
A Little Bit of Trouble
A Little Bit of Truth
The Distraction Trilogy
Distraction
Destruction
Distinction
The Broken Trilogy
Broken
Connected
Forever
A Broken Story
Disconnected (Dillan)
Standalone Novels
Masked Definitions
Sweet Demands Trilogy
Lockhart
Lockdown
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