Disclaimer: I do not own The Bloody Jack Series.

It is midnight, on November 14th, 1809. I am gazing upon the sleeping form of a one James Emerson Fletcher, my long time beloved, and husband of one day. Husband. I whisper the word to myself, enjoying the sound of it on my tongue. Mrs. Jaimy Fletcher. I whisper that as well, and find that I have to suppress a delighted giggle. I can hardly believe this turn of events. Just two days ago, I was condemned to die, and now look at me. Warm in my conjugal bed, very much alive, and ever so content.

Jaimy stirs, and when his bleary eyes fall upon me, a sensual smile spreads across his face. That look tells me one thing, and one thing only. Mr. Fletcher is ready for another romp with his Saucy Sailor Girl.

"Come to me, my wife" He growls, pulling me deep into his embrace.

"Come kiss me, if you love me"

And I do. Oh yes, I do.