When she finally had found Juan he was badly wounded but he had been fighting and killing with all he had in him. Juan was no slouch when it came to that business.
And as she found him laying there in the jungle, she put her hands on him, and kissed him - she found herself intoxicated by the blood, adrenaline, and violence on him. She hadn't felt this in years. She had to make herself focus but she couldn't help kissing her husband on his mouth and neck, putting her hands on his face, and watching his eyes glaze over as he was hit by the emotional equivalent of a giant dose of cocaine, heroine, and ecstasy. She had to force herself to be careful - she couldn't risk it killing him while he was so weak and she was putting him back together.
Then in the truck, she pulled in as close to him as she could. She was full of rage and crazy over her sisters, the nuns, but she couldn't resist leaning in, kissing, and licking the blood and violence off his neck as he drove the old truck down the rough jungle roads. This was her drug - her poison of choice.
She had to control herself - she couldn't risk making him lose focus and driving off the narrow path into the trees and swamp. There were still several times in the long drive where she felt him swerving as he lost focus because she was witching him too hard. It wasn't easy for her but she had to be more careful - she needed to push more awareness and less euphoria. It just wasn't easy for her given he had just finished killing 35 Wesen and was ready for as many more as he needed to deal with. He was now teasing her that he would need to stop the truck right there to make her happy.
And then when he returned to her at the truck after fighting and killing the guards and rescuing the girls - it was a whole new shot of violence, adrenaline, and blood. Her eyes were dialated and she couldn't help herself. She loved seeing the huge smile alll the way across his face. They still had nuns here with them and all the girls from the village, so she had to mostly control herself and be good...
She was now counting the seconds until she got him back to their house.
Nine months later everyone at the mission was overjoyed to welcome Juan and Catherine's new son - Nicolas Juan Mendoza. He was fourty three snd she was fourty one years old. They never believed it would be possible - a baby of their own.
Mom and Dad visited to help with the baby a week later. Catherine was shocked to realize that this was the first time she had seen her parents since she had left the US - almost fifteen years ago. Dad's white hair surprised her. It took her some time to realize he was in his early seventies now. Mom was beautiful as always but she didn't look twenty five anymore. She was so happy to finally see her parents after all those years away.
Juan was so happy to meet them as well. He was so glad to finally meet the parents of such a wonderful woman! Could they believe that she was a nun for several years before being married? Then they met the old friar and all the nuns at the Mission and told them about her years of service there and how much of a difference she has made in their small corner of the jungle. Nobody even got into any fights - Dad smiled about that. It was probably a first.
Grandma Adalind held the baby and sang him lullabies. She kissed his sweet brown cheeks and could feel the grimm blood running powerfully in his veins. She smiled a proud smile - her fourteenth grandchild!
Another baby Grimm!