Page 64 of Alexander's Heart

And she does it again, stealing my heart all over again.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 1, Boys, Lily just dibbed first ride in the bird!

:Joint Comms, Hooyah!

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 7, not until she’s birthed our new blood.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 5, Boo Doc, let our angel have some fun.

Me: Doc just nixed your plan to be the first in flight. ??

Angel: You tell Doc, I’ll pretend to go into labor, and need to get to LHH fast. I’m not missing out! ??

I bellow out my laughter and the boys all stop checking over their ALICE and stare at me.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 1, Trust me on this, Lily’s going for a ride in the bird, one way or another.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 7, you tell little miss sassy pants that I’ll deliver the babies at home.

:Joint Comms, Hooyah!

Oh, fuck, he’s got her little number, but Doc is only wanting what is best for Lily and I’m glad.

Me: I didn’t have to say anything, I was laughing and Doc guessed what your response was and has a message for you. Doc quote – ‘You tell little miss sassy pants that I’ll deliver her babies at home.’ ??

Angel: You tell him, no more black forest cakes for him! ??

I guffaw out loud.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 1, Doc, Lily’s direct quote - ‘You tell him, no more black forest cakes for him!’

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 6, Bhaa haa, haa, she’s got ya there Doc.

Tiny chimes in.

Angel: Checkmate.??

My girl is freakin’ funny, I love how she’s comfortable with my brothers and is coming into her own it’s awesome to see.

Me: Remind me to never get on your bad side baby, you play dirty. I’ve got to go into a Teams meeting, I love you, Alexa, and our bugs, stay safe. ??

Angel: We love you too Handsome, Come. Home. Safe. ??

We just landed in Rutland and Betty said her Landy will be behind the bakery so that’s where we’re headed.

:Joint Comms, this Alpha 1, Comms off.

“Do you think we can grab a few treats for the road?” Jackson asks.

‘Hooyah’ most of team concurs, “Seriously? You want to eat before we go nail this prick?”

“Well, yeah, Chief, we gotta eat,” Cuddy mouths.

I just shake my head and laugh because all these men think about is food, don’t get me wrong I do to, but I’m well-kept in treats now days and don’t have my stomach driving me. As we approach the vehicle, I see dear ol’ Betty has beaten us to the punch, plain as day someone has hung takeout bags from the canopy so we wouldn’t miss it.

I pull out my cell and call Betty and put it on speaker so boys can hear.

“Ahhh, you found the treats, Boys. I thought this would be a better option than having the back door kicked in.”

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