Read Online Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10) by Morgan Kelley - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Morgan Kelley
Ads: Link
Leonard would be born.
“No, we’re edgy,” Callen stated, pointing out the obvious.
Ethan sighed. “It’s rough without her here, and we’ll leave it at that. Unfortunately, we can’t talk about what she’s doing, Chris, even with someone we consider family. So, let’s drop it, and stay focused on the investigation. It’ll be less painful,” he reassured.
When Ethan rested his hand on Callen’s forearm, they shared the message between them. It was that simple reassurance that once offered so much calm, but now it was wearing thin.
It was hard to tell if they’d make it or not.
Callen was struggling with it.
“Well, I’ll help you through it, and maybe you can help me with something.”
Blackhawk was willing to do anything for the man in front of him. Elizabeth loved him like a brother, and that meant the world to him. Ethan understood that bond. After all, he had it with Callen.
“What?”
“How do you manage the pregnancy hormones?” Chris asked, keeping his voice just above a whisper. “I love my wife, but I can’t figure her out. Since she got pregnant, I’m struggling to navigate this. How did you two master it with three pregnancies?”
Callen and Ethan both laughed. It was warm and filled with affection for the man. It was also the first good one they’d had in days.
“Oh, Chris, if we knew that, we’d be rich. Whenever Elizabeth is with child, it’s a rollercoaster ride,” Ethan stated. “She’s fairly calm, but there are moments when she loses it.”
Grinning, Callen picked up where his brother left off. “Remember the day she saw the missing children on the side of the milk carton?”
Ethan snorted. “Our badass wife wept for about an hour. We had to switch stores to get milk that didn't have the photos on the side. We seriously thought she’d make herself sick over it.”
Chris Leonard grinned. Yes, he was worked up over his wife’s hormones, but he also knew that they needed to reminisce about the woman they loved. Before Elizabeth had headed out, she’d made a stop into the morgue, asking him to look out for her men.
Chris was doing just that.
Callen took over. “Or how about the time she wanted to paint the fence in the back yard a sunny yellow because it would cheer her up, and when you were done, she decided that white was better after all.”
Blackhawk grinned. “Yeah, and I didn't say a word either. I just redid it because a pregnant wife is a dangerous wife.”
Chris Leonard agreed there.
“Or what about the time she cried when we had chicken for dinner? Her big meltdown was all because it had to be hard to be locked in a cage all your life, only to be eaten.”
Chris laughed, not expecting that. “Seriously?”
The men nodded. “You have NO control over the hormones, but you do have control over how you react. My suggestion is, be sympathetic, cuddle with Cyra, and tell her it’ll be all right. Then, bide your time until the delivery. Hormones generally shut off shortly after.”
Chris Leonard was glad he took the time to talk to the men. Already, he could see the tension easing from their faces.
Mission accomplished, if even temporarily.
“I hope I survive this,” Chris admitted. “I feel out of control.”
Ethan shared something with the man that he normally wouldn’t say out loud. “We all do. Honestly, I like when she’s cranky so much better. It makes my life easier. Then, I know what to expect, or at least I have a heads up that I’ve done something ‘male’.”
Callen agreed. “When she cries, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve failed somehow. There is nothing more unnerving than watching a strong woman break.”
The pilot came over the speaker, announcing their upcoming landing.
“Buckle in and enjoy the ride, Chris. Fatherhood is great, but you really need to think of the pregnancy like it’s a hazing. The weak will be eaten alive, but if you make it, you get all the sexy babe you want in the end.”
Ethan
“No, we’re edgy,” Callen stated, pointing out the obvious.
Ethan sighed. “It’s rough without her here, and we’ll leave it at that. Unfortunately, we can’t talk about what she’s doing, Chris, even with someone we consider family. So, let’s drop it, and stay focused on the investigation. It’ll be less painful,” he reassured.
When Ethan rested his hand on Callen’s forearm, they shared the message between them. It was that simple reassurance that once offered so much calm, but now it was wearing thin.
It was hard to tell if they’d make it or not.
Callen was struggling with it.
“Well, I’ll help you through it, and maybe you can help me with something.”
Blackhawk was willing to do anything for the man in front of him. Elizabeth loved him like a brother, and that meant the world to him. Ethan understood that bond. After all, he had it with Callen.
“What?”
“How do you manage the pregnancy hormones?” Chris asked, keeping his voice just above a whisper. “I love my wife, but I can’t figure her out. Since she got pregnant, I’m struggling to navigate this. How did you two master it with three pregnancies?”
Callen and Ethan both laughed. It was warm and filled with affection for the man. It was also the first good one they’d had in days.
“Oh, Chris, if we knew that, we’d be rich. Whenever Elizabeth is with child, it’s a rollercoaster ride,” Ethan stated. “She’s fairly calm, but there are moments when she loses it.”
Grinning, Callen picked up where his brother left off. “Remember the day she saw the missing children on the side of the milk carton?”
Ethan snorted. “Our badass wife wept for about an hour. We had to switch stores to get milk that didn't have the photos on the side. We seriously thought she’d make herself sick over it.”
Chris Leonard grinned. Yes, he was worked up over his wife’s hormones, but he also knew that they needed to reminisce about the woman they loved. Before Elizabeth had headed out, she’d made a stop into the morgue, asking him to look out for her men.
Chris was doing just that.
Callen took over. “Or how about the time she wanted to paint the fence in the back yard a sunny yellow because it would cheer her up, and when you were done, she decided that white was better after all.”
Blackhawk grinned. “Yeah, and I didn't say a word either. I just redid it because a pregnant wife is a dangerous wife.”
Chris Leonard agreed there.
“Or what about the time she cried when we had chicken for dinner? Her big meltdown was all because it had to be hard to be locked in a cage all your life, only to be eaten.”
Chris laughed, not expecting that. “Seriously?”
The men nodded. “You have NO control over the hormones, but you do have control over how you react. My suggestion is, be sympathetic, cuddle with Cyra, and tell her it’ll be all right. Then, bide your time until the delivery. Hormones generally shut off shortly after.”
Chris Leonard was glad he took the time to talk to the men. Already, he could see the tension easing from their faces.
Mission accomplished, if even temporarily.
“I hope I survive this,” Chris admitted. “I feel out of control.”
Ethan shared something with the man that he normally wouldn’t say out loud. “We all do. Honestly, I like when she’s cranky so much better. It makes my life easier. Then, I know what to expect, or at least I have a heads up that I’ve done something ‘male’.”
Callen agreed. “When she cries, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve failed somehow. There is nothing more unnerving than watching a strong woman break.”
The pilot came over the speaker, announcing their upcoming landing.
“Buckle in and enjoy the ride, Chris. Fatherhood is great, but you really need to think of the pregnancy like it’s a hazing. The weak will be eaten alive, but if you make it, you get all the sexy babe you want in the end.”
Ethan
Similar Books
