Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"Kiera? Are you feeling up for a visitor?" Eva smiled as she entered Kiera's room with her lunch while Simon stayed behind to help her feed the twins, obsessed with how amazing Kiera's body adapted to nurturing their children, although Kiera was slightly embarrassed for Simon to see her breastfeeding.
"Is it dad?" She asked, a gleam of hope in her hazel eyes.
"Not yet, sweetheart," Eva flashed a smile. "He'll be here this afternoon. He and Frankie had to take some calves to the expo center for a cattle sorting. He said he'll be here after he's done."
"Who's the visitor if it's not dad, then?" She furrowed her brows.
"Bloody hell," Simon grumbled from the chair next to her bed, rubbing his brows with his index finger and thumb as he slowly realized that he had vaguely mentioned to Soap that visiting hours were between noon and four o'clock. "I'll go get him."
"He and Teeter are at the door, honey," Eva assured him. "I'll get it. I'm right here."
Simon nodded, glancing over at Evie splayed on Kiera's chest as Jacob was swaddled in the nearby bassinet, his belly full from his morning feeding.
"Look what I brought!" Johnny smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he held up two boxes of kid's meals from McDonald's. "Figured they'd want some lunch!"
"I hate to inform you that they won't eat actual food until nearly a year old," Simon grumbled, shaking his head, immediately feeling regret at the sight of Johnny's disappointment. "But thanks for the humor."
"They really don't eat until they're six months?"
"I tried to tell ye, baby," Teeter shook her head, smiling at Kiera as she approached her bedside, leaning over to gently try to hug her. "Look at ye, K. You look so beautiful and I ain't sayin' that in a lesbian way. Jus' a compliment."
Kiera giggled, "I know what you mean. Thank you."
"I ain't tryna cuss already. Don't want her to learn a bad word before she starts talkin' on her own," Teeter whispered, reaching up to rub the pad of her thumb against the band of Evie's newborn hat. "What's her name?"
"Evie Victoria."
"Surprised she didn't tell you already," Soap chimed in. "Simon told me first."
"Technically, it was Price," Simon grumbled. "He said he was planning on coming to visit around Thanksgiving."
Soap nodded, "So, Mr. Helicopter Dad, I'd like to see my nephew." He poked, taking a seat at the sofa that was in the room next to the window.
Simon scoffed at Soap's title, irritated that he'd have to hand off his son to curious eyes, but he knew he could trust him to hold the infant at least. Besides, I do trust him with my life, wouldn't be any harm in trusting him with my son's, too. He slowly scooped Jacob into his chest, grinning at how he opened his eyes once he was settled in Simon's arms before he made his way to Soap on the sofa. "Keep him close to your chest." He ordered.
