She had a point.
The last year had been a struggle, but in the end, I was free. I had a wife and a child. I had everything that I would ever need.
There was no room left for complaints on my end.
As long as I had Beckham and Hiro, everything else was an added extra bonus.
“I’m tired.” Beckham yawned. “Let’s go home and get our baby, then go to bed.”
I’d never heard a better suggestion in my life.
EPILOGUE
Here coffee, coffee, coffee.
-Coffee Cup
BECKHAM
Three years later
Heart in my throat, I stood at the chain-link fence and stared through the holes at my man that was about to get into the cockpit of a very fast, very terrifyingly new jet.
A year and a half ago, Trouper and I had been in the middle of discussing whether or not to have a second child when he’d gotten a phone call from Kansas. Kansas had explained that there was a company looking for pilots to test out their ‘new birds.’
Trouper had hung up with Kansas, determined not to bother with it.
In the meantime, I’d talked to Lynn, and Lynn had then contacted the company for me to get details.
When it was realized that Trouper would, indeed, be able to fly for them, and not only would he get to do what he loved to do all over again, but also get to continue to do what he’d started in Souls Chapel, I’d signed him up.
And now, a year and a half later, he was flown via helicopter to the closest Air Force base once every couple of weeks, and from there he would try out all the new toys. Work out kinks. Offer suggestions on what to fix. And then do it all over again when they’d worked out the previous week’s kinks.
When I’d first brought Trouper here and explained what we were doing, he’d closed down.
He’d, reluctantly might I add since I might or might not have illegally signed him up for a contract that was three years long, gone inside and done what he had to do.
I didn’t feel bad.
He’d needed it.
Flying had always been something he loved.
And, even though he got to fly for Lynn on a regular basis, he still didn’t get to go fast. Didn’t get that adrenaline rush that he used to get while going fifteen hundred miles an hour through the sky.
“Hey, did I miss it?”
I looked over at Kansas.
“No,” I said. “He’s just about to go up. They’re doing a pre-flight checklist right now.”
“Hey, State!”
When Trouper had first been called ‘State’ again by Kansas, he’d bucked the name. But Kansas hadn’t relented.
Now Trouper was known as ‘State’ again and would continue to be known by it in his Air Force circles.
The ‘badass State’ that had gone to prison for beating someone up that had hurt his girl, lost his Air Force commission unjustly, and still come out on top.
On top meaning he got to fly super-secret planes at super-secret bases all around the world.
Trouper turned around at Kansas’s bellow.
“Don’t be a pussy! Give it all she’s got!” Kansas ordered through a yell.
Troup gave him a thumb up and then started to climb into the cockpit.
When he was situated, and everything was in place, the plane powered up.
“Damn, that gives me a boner,” Kansas breathed.
“Boner!”
Hiro, my quickly picking up all kinds of bad words son, slapped me against the neck.
Hiro was in a carrier on my back so I didn’t accidentally lose him like I did the first time I was out here watching his father.
“You want me to hold him for a bit?” Kansas asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “He’s good for now.”
He looked at Hiro, then down at my belly.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
I grinned. “How’s Traci feeling?”
Traci and Kansas had just found out that they were having a baby two months ago. And in those two months Traci had realized just how awful morning sickness was.
“She’s ready to be through this morning sickness phase,” he grumbled. “Cannel was over there when I left. But Traci was in the bathroom puking.”
Cannel had left Toot.
She still loved him, but she hadn’t been able to stand him.
Which sucked for her because she was between a rock and a hard place.
Toot had been reassigned to a different base out of the country, and I had a feeling that Lynn had a lot to do with that.
“There he goes.”
Heart in my throat, I stared as Trouper hurtled the plane down the runway.
Seconds later, it was in the air, and taking off so fast that I felt the blowback.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kansas sighed. “I hope they get that out before I’m too old to fly it.”
I snorted. “I think they said they still had at least another year of testing on it before it went anywhere. Didn’t you say that you were getting out soon?”
Kansas sighed. “Traci’s tired of being stationed around the country,” he grumbled. “She wants to put down roots.”
I didn’t blame him.
“Shit, sorry we’re late.”
I looked over to see Trick, Hunt, Sin, Laric, Bruno, Zach, and Lynn sidle up to the gate.
“He buzzed us on our way in, though. I swear to Christ. I almost shit myself,” Zach groaned. “Swear to God, I saw him laughing.”
“Sure you did.” I rolled my eyes.
Zach, having been the closest to me, reached up and took Hiro from my back, tucking him in close to his chest.
“Hey, Hiro,” Zach said as he tickled my boy lightly.
“Hey, Zach.” Hiro smiled.
God, that smile was exactly like his father’s.
One that his father was wearing when he walked toward me a couple of hours later.
“How was it?” I asked, grinning wide, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Trouper swept me up into his arms, the belly not stopping him from picking me straight up off the ground.
“Amazing,” he breathed as he looked down into my eyes. “Thank you.”
I frowned. “For what?”
“For illegally signing my name and making me do this,” he winked. “I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I was back in it again.”
I placed my hands on either side of his cheeks. “I know you better than you know yourself, Trouper Aoki.”
His eyes glittered. “I’m okay with that, Beckham Aoki.”
• • •
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What’s Next?
CHAPTER 1
Did life ever kick your ass so bad that you drive the speed limit home with no music?
-Trick’s secret thoughts
TRICK
“This is the best place there is in town,” my friend, Shawn, said.
I looked over at Shawn, then looked back at the bar’s front doors.
This place didn’t look like the best place in town. The place looked like a giant shithole.
“Are you sure?” I asked.