Page 181 of White Raven
Athan slightly nodded, and blinked rapidly, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead. “10-4, Cap.” She pulled him back to her for a tight hug, and then pushed him away.
“Go. Hurry up, before I puke. You smell like shit.”
Athan held her stare for a moment longer, and then snickered as he stood and stepped off the mat. Rhaena watched him until he paused by the door and looked back overhis shoulder. “You’re gonna make a kick-ass mom, Rhaena Northwood.” Tears drained from her eyes as they smiled at each other one last time, and then he slowly turned and walked out the door.
As soon as it slammed shut, her chest sputtered, and Rhaena palmed her flat belly, Athan’s silver ring glinting on her forefinger, as sobs tore out of her throat.
He’d showered off and changed, and Sarah and Wren were chatting each other up at his desk as Athan approached. Wren narrowed her eyes at him.
“You been crying over that ass-whoopin’ Rhae-Rhae handed you?” she smirked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Red.”
“Where is she? She’s not getting out of this unscathed,” Wren said, looking down the hallway. Athan didn’t want to out her secret, but he glanced down the hallway, and then at Rhaena’s new office where Jenkins was still bent over all the wrong pieces to the bookshelf that was starting to look like more of a nightmare.
“She’s not coming out…take it easy on her, would you?”
Sarah lowered her brows as she perched on his desk. Wren dropped her hands to her sides. “Oh, hell nah…she in the locker room?” He nodded, and Wren took off down the hallway.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked, sliding off the desk. “Other than the obvious.”
He glanced up, locking eyes with his mate, and softly smiled.
Rhaena’s pregnant.
No way would he keep that kind of secret from Sarah again…not after last time. Sarah flinched at first, but then it seemed to register what he was actually meaning. No scare tactics this time. Just genuine good news.
Holy shit…and Brandon?
Athan shook his head as he looked back over to Foley’s old office door. Sarah’s smile grew, and she hunched in on herself like it was the most adorable thing she’d ever heard.
“Having second thoughts?” she asked.
He stepped around the corner of the desk, and dumped all the half-empty pens, and highlighters into the small trash can. “Nah…non-refundable tickets.”
“What are you doing?” Sarah looked menacingly at the trash can as he tossed it back under the desk.
“All my personal shit fit into one evidence box a month ago. I’m not taking a bunch of pens with me.” He stared at his empty desk, lingering on the black monitor, and the clean coffee mug next to the keyboard. “Over a decade sitting at this desk, and all it took was one box…and one really damaged goth chick in a hospital gown.”
Sarah huffed a laugh and tugged him to her by the front of his jacket. “Still no second thoughts?”
Athan smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Non-refundable vic.”
“You’re so fucking stupid,” she laughed, pressing her mouth against his. “She gonna be okay?”
“She gave me my first order. Cap’s kicking me out.”
Sarah pulled back, and picked up his mug, placing it in his hand. Boston Police Department. “I see. Should we go, then?”
Athan swallowed and stared down at his chair.
“One more thing we have to do first.”
A masterpiece. Almost two hours he’d been working on this thing, and Brandon proudly pulled the bookshelf upright, and started to try and move it to the newly-vacant spot against the wall across from Rhaena’s desk. Screeching sounded from his right, and he turned to see Kane and Sarah scooting a chair into the office.
“Hey,” Kane smirked. “Help me with this real quick.”
“Dude, she’s gonna fucking murder you.”
