AND BABY MAKES THREE...chapter 1

authors notes: As you noticed, the intro starts in 2018, then I will

return to the past for a few chapters as an explanation. The rest of the


story will be in the present with flashbacks.

Next time I will take you to Disneyland". Alex laughed, as she

jumped into Walker's arms.

"Not me", he answered back. "I'm afraid of rides.

The two hugged each other by the fast flowing rapids, just happy

that they got out of the hostage situation alive and in one piece. What

started out as a relaxing two day river trip for Walker, who had been

recuperating from a stabbing; turned into a nightmare when it was

discovered that Erickson, their guide, was in reality an escaped convict

named Briscoe.

After the paramedics had left with the injured party members, and

the police had taken care of Briscoe and the bodies of his victims; Alex

and Walker finally left for home. Because of the lateness of the day,

Alex knew they would have to find a hotel along the way. Besides, she

wanted to have Walker checked over; to make sure he didn't have any

hidden injuries from the rough treatment he had received fighting with

Erickson/Briscoe. Walker agreed with the hotel; but, as usual, balked

at the idea of going to an ER to be treated.

After driving for a few hours, the two came upon a small town with

an emergency clinic and a small motel. Despite his protests, Walker was

"dragged" into the clinic where his cuts and scrapes were cleaned up

and no broken bones were found. That was the easy part, the trip to

the hotel turned out to be a different story,

"You are lucky", smiled the elderly man behind the desk. "We have

one room left. The other couple left a day early".

"Only one room?" Alex stammered.

" Yes Ma'm. Double beds, tv, the works."

"Walker, what do we do?" Alex whispered, with a look of concern

her face. "It's too late to travel anymore."

"Make the best of it". Walker answered, with a mischievous gleam

in his eye. "Are you afraid I might start something?"

"Walker, we can't, it's not right!" came the exasperated reply.

"Look, Alex, I am tired and I know you are too. Driving is out of the

question. I promise to be a good boy, but can I trust you?" came the

chuckled response.

Luckily their clothes were still dry, so after quick showers and

dinner in the restaurant next door; the couple returned to their room

ready for bed. Walker fell asleep quickly, however Alex found sleep hard

to come by. Feelings were churning up inside her, and watching Walker

sleep, shirtless, wasn't helping. She knew that he cared for her, the

feeling was mutual, even though sometimes it seemed they were the

most mismatched people in the world He could be so stubborn and

pigheaded; wait, wasn't that what he had told C D about her?

What would he say if she ever told him about some of her dreams,

the vivid ones about making love to him in the fields. She often

wondered, with a chuckle, if he ever had these dreams about her.

Finally sleep overcame her and Alex spent the next few hours in

unpleasant dreams about the rafting trip. So vivid were these dreams

that she began to toss and turn in her bed, waking Walker. He rushed

over to her, and took her into his arms; in an attempt to quiet her down.

Holding on to him tightly, Alex quietly sobbed. Walker began to plant

kisses on her face to ease her fears; kisses that became more intense

as she began to respond. Soon, the only sounds to be heard came from

two people in love, sharing their love.