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.
