Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 37

John Walker had lost his ability to be patient a long time ago.

    He hated sitting and waiting, it reminded him of war. Before the fight you spend days sitting and waiting— and then shit always blows up. He'd stopped waiting for things to go wrong a long time ago and chose instead to run in head first, guns blazing.

    So, sitting here in the silent SUV, pretending to be the patient man he was not, was starting to make him twitchy. "Who are we waiting on?" Walker asked from the passenger seat.

    Beside him and behind the wheel, Val's smirk grew as the plane they'd come to see stopped after its smooth landing. "Oh come on, you wouldn't want me to spoil the surprise now would you?" She asked, never taking her eyes off the jet.

    Walker shook his head, irritated but thinking it best to keep quiet, at least for now. He still didn't know how far he could push it with this woman.

    "Right on time!" She smiled once the stairs were wheeled over to the door.

    Walker raised his chin, his eyes narrowing through the holes of his masked helmet. He may be U.S. Agent now, but after everything that happened, he found trust hard to come by. So many people had let him down, but Val at least seemed to understand him. He would keep it together for now, but only because she was giving him a chance. For what, he still couldn't say exactly, details were never her strong suit, but it felt big and he was ready for the next step...unfortunately that seemed to start with them sitting on the side of a German airstrip at seven in the morning and it was really starting to piss him off.

    And then the door opened...

    The first person out of the plane was a woman. She stepped onto the platform, looked around and found them waiting. His heart damn neared stopped— even with her large sunglasses on he could tell— she was stunning. With her big black curls flung to one side which she tossed from her face like a model in a perfume add and her full lips curled into the tiniest smile...Walker swallowed hard.

    She was casually dressed to kill in a baggy white sweater that looked like it probably cost as much as his house and a pair of cropped, light blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "Wow" He whispered and Val had a little laugh at his expense.

    The woman turned before coming down the steps and from the dark interior of the plane, someone handed her a small child wrapped in a lavender blanket. She held the baby close, giving its head a kiss and Walker smiled like an idiot. She was perfect.     Beautiful as a woman, and a mother. He could practically feel her maternal love radiating from across the blacktop.

    "Who... who is..." He was stammering like the high school losers he used to ignore.

    "Her name is Christine." Val said glancing over at him, her brow raising. "Careful soldier." She warned with a smile. "You're married—and so is she."

    In that moment a little boy jumped out of the doorway and onto the platform taking the woman's hand. She scolded him and he hung his head but only for a second before he went ahead, practically bounding down the steps.

    Just as Walker began to wonder what lucky bastard called them family, a man stepped out and onto the platform beside her.

    John's jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me. No!"

    "Oh yes" The contessa purred. "Back and better than ever it would seem." She laughed with delight and gripped the steering wheel leaning forward a bit. She'd last seen him scruffy in prison sweats soaked in the cold rain. What a difference a little time, some rest, and a shave could make.