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“Well, excuse me while I change my underwear,” frowned Butch.
“You asshole!” yelled Josie, attempting to lash out at Henri. “I knew you were behind this.”
“He’s not behind it, we are,” said Pierre. “And you’re under arrest.”
It took hours for the appropriate authorities to get to the ship and listen to everything that the men knew to be true. Four little old ladies had planned a coup of the Haitian government, using their own little boys and young men to do it.
All of it seemed too strange to believe, but it seemed Mabel, Vera, and Rosalynn were more than happy to spill the beans on Josie. Coast Guard ships were sent to recover the children on the island, although they did attempt to put up a good fight at first. When they realized that the men and women were going to take them home, they were happy to comply.
But it was no surprise to the men when they were kindly asked to leave Haiti and not return.
“Ungrateful bastards,” frowned Butch. “You know what? I don’t even care. We get a ride back on the hospital ship, and I get to spend extra time with my girl.”
“Same,” smiled Pierre. “I think we’ve both decided to end our contracts and get married, join the business back home, and maybe pop out a few babies.”
“All at once,” smirked Tucker. Pierre laughed, nodding at his teammate.
“That’s a likelihood that I’m okay with.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Everyone knew it was coming. Everyone knew it would happen. What they weren’t prepared for were the number of objects that Ambry threw at Pierre’s head when it was announced that she was pregnant with triplets.
“Babe, you said you were cool with this,” he pleaded.
“That boy never learns,” smirked Frank. “Just agree with her, hug her, and tell her you love her.”
“I’m not sure that will work,” said Ham. “He might need to promise to get a vasectomy.”
“Ambry. Ambry,” he called, walking slowly toward her, avoiding the fruit now being tossed his way. “Ambry!”
She stilled at the harsh tone of his voice, her chest heaving with anxiety and heavy breath.
“Ambry McDonald Robicheaux. I love you more than life itself. We both knew this was a likelihood, and although I know you’re scared, I know you’re scared,” he said, finally reaching her and pulling her close. “Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. I will be here. I will help with feedings and changings and temper tantrums and all of it. I’m not going anywhere.”
She stared at him, tears coming to her eyes as their families watched.
“You promise?” she squeaked.
“My word of honor,” he smiled, kissing her sweetly. “Besides, you’ll have Marjorie here to help you deliver.”
“Marjorie!” cried Ambry, running toward her friend. “You’re here?”
“I’m here. We were both offered jobs with the company,” she said, turning and smiling at Butch.
“Butch, I’m so glad to see you,” she said, hugging the big man.
“Me too, honey. This is the start of a new life for all of us. We can’t wait to be a part of it.”
“Did you boys hear the good news?” said Frank. They both shook their heads, staring at him. “As of this morning, Henri Dufregne is the new President of Haiti. He’s already appointed a cabinet, sent troops in to clear the streets of the gangs, and promised to help rebuild Haiti.”
“I wish him a lot of luck,” said Pierre, “but I’m not sure anyone can do that.”
“I’m not sure either,” said Frank, “but I’m willing to bet on him.” Frank turned to see Bailey in her sister’s arms, at first thinking they were celebrating her news. Instead, she was sobbing hysterically.
“Bailey, honey, slow down. What’s wrong?” asked Ham.
“C-Cole. Something is wrong with Cole, Dad. I can feel it. My gut is churning, and my heart, it hurts.”
