Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Epilogue

War

I watch the water, red with blood, run off my hands. They're still shaking. Always another battle. But not tonight. Tonight I am to embrace peace, for what that means. My bones already are beginning to ache as I'm separated from it. I can hear shells exploding in my ears still. I want to wake back up to the mud and the blood and the death and the dying. I still see it painted on my face.

But not tonight.

I walk back into the bedroom, tossing the stained towel onto the chair.

"You're still bleeding. You're going to bleed on the sheets and I'm not changing them," Anna says, looking down at her notebooks, as she sits on the bed.

"No, I know I don't care. I want to hold you," my one sole comfort off the battle field. I crawl into bed and wrap my arms around her, inhaling the sweet perfumes she rubs in her skin. Her hair is done up messily out of her way, and he skin smooth and sweet, free of make up. She's wearing a thin soft tank top, stretched tight over her breasts and hugely swollen stomach. Seven months pregnant with my children. Their birth is the only reason for my return. Courtesy of Hector, who informed me I was going home to the mother of my children, that people could die another day.

"Good," she says, leaning back against me.

"What are you looking at?" I mumble, kissing her neck.

"Just my notes, nothing really," she says. She's always trying to find her mom. She wants to find a way to save her somehow. We've been informed that's impossible.

"Okay. I missed you," I say, nuzzling her shoulder.

"I missed you too. I feel really rotten, but you are incredibly pretty and I can't even be mad at you for being gone you're just too damn pretty," she says, kissing me and pushing me down on the bed.

"We don't have to I know you're—" super pregnant. But of course I want to make love to her.

"For one thing, yes of course I want to have sex with you—"

"Really? 'Cause—"

"You came to bed without any clothes on looking fine as hell. You're subtle as fuck," she says, running her hands down my chest.

"Yeah well, I know you're tired," I say, kissing her happily because of course I want to.

"I'm gonna be more tired after these two are born," she's mad at me for not telling her before we slept together I have twins in my family. Apparently that was significant. "Anyway sex can help bring on labor. So actually we are HELPING your chubby little babies."

"It can?" I didn't know that willing to try, "They aren't ready are they?"

"I'm having them taken out in a week, I have told you this—"

"The fifteenth is already a week from now? It's only the eighth."

"You're so dumb and pretty and I love you so much."

"Why do they come early?" I ask. I've been informed we can't have sex for weeks after the babies are born so you know earlier isn't actually better. My dad told me this so it might not be true.

"Because one of them, is too big and isn't making any room for other little sweet one," she says, taking off her shirt, before going back to kissing me.

"Oh right. Well they're mine they're probably going to be equally destructive and not smart," I apologize.

"Oh I'm counting on it."

The door slams downstairs.

"Someone just came in," I say, starting to sit up.

"Shh, it's probably my husband."