Talon shrugged. “It happens when you fall in love with an incredible woman,” Talon said, smirking back. “I think you understand that now.”
Gage snuck into the hospital room where Rylee lay, looking like an angel herself as she slept soundly. He sat in the chair next to her and then leaned back, not wanting to wake his beloved.
“Mmm,” he heard her moan.
Rylee rolled her head toward him and looked at him with a frown. “Why are you sitting there?” she asked dozily.
He grinned at her. Her features still floored him, and he knew they would even a hundred years from then. “I didn’t want to wake you,” he whispered.
Rylee raspberried her lips at him, then rolled and scooted over to the side of the bed. She tapped the space lightly, smiling from ear to ear.
“Come,” she said.
Gage got up reluctantly, feeling like the bed wasn’t going to be able to take his frame. But Rylee wanted him, he could tell, so he lay next to her, and she curled into his body like a cat. She even purred.
“You make sounds like that, and I’m afraid you’re going to get pregnant again really quick,” Gage murmured.
Rylee giggled quietly, nestling her head on his warm chest.
“Now, would that be a really bad thing?” she asked.
Gage stared up into the ceiling, feeling her slow breathing, and fell into a sweet slumber with her rhythm.
That was the way that they would live the rest of their lives. Following each other's cadences, complementing them, enhancing them, and even challenging them at times. Gage would forever know his mate had the best intentions for him, the most intense and palpable love, something they would carry forward to their children.
Rylee fell asleep quickly on his chest despite her strange position. He no longer thought of the horrors of war when he closed his eyes. Now all he saw were the glorious illuminations of his new future.
The End…