CHAPTER 30:

Four Months Later…

"What's wrong? Was it something I said?" James called out. Jennifer still stood with her back to him, outside in the pouring rain. James jogged to her and faced her. "Jennifer?" James put his hands on his wife's shoulders. She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. She loved him, and that would never change. Her tears were overcoming her smile and soon enough she broke down sobbing again. James had no idea why she was so upset over something that seemed so insignificant to him, but he put his arms out and embraced her anyway. Jen fell forwards into James and rested her head on his broad shoulder where she had rested her head so many times before. The rain continued pouring down in sheets, with the grey English sky hovering over them. Jen was soaked to the bone, and James was getting there but he didn't want to move.

"Let's go inside." Jen whispered, taking her husband's hand. James was unsure if she was all right, but he supposed it was better to see if she was all right where it was dry.

"Jennifer, what is it?" James asked in a concerned tone. She sat down, still sobbing. He sat next to her and took her in his arms, cradling her in his lap.

"I just…after the whole thing in New York…I never let it get to me…until I heard you talking to Cooper about it and…and…I just….I realised that I was so close to death…I was looking it in the face." Jen sobbed into his chest. James had never thought that Jen had bottled everything up and the mere mention of the incident could set her off. He felt stupid, but there was nothing he could but sit there and hold her, waiting for her to get her emotions and feelings out. He caressed her face softly, whispering that he loved her in her ear. Eventually she calmed down. She rested her head on James' shoulder. He stood up slowly, carrying Jen in his arms. He walked into their bedroom and sat down on the bed across from where their four month old baby girl was sleeping ever so peacefully.

"Jennifer…look, everything is all right. You know Erica is dead, you shot her head off. And I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, I promise." James whispered peering down into her eyes. "Now look at our daughter. She's perfect." James smiled. Jen looked up at him, also with a smile on her face. They both looked at the sleeping form of Marissa. She knew that from that point on, everything that had happened was behind her, and that her life had seriously changed.

She thought back to when she had first met James. She hated the idea of having a partner, let alone one who was a good six years younger than her. She thought he was just a boy, inexperienced to war. But his actions out in the field surprised her, and soon enough she did respect him. Then she remembered back to when she had been hurt and he kissed her the first time. It was a really good kiss, even though she'd never admit it. It was the best one she had had in a while. Pulling the gun on him, that was just second nature. She admired the way he tried to lie about what he was doing. He was so cute when he lied, albeit he was a horrible liar. Then she remembered when he took his shirt off the first time. Jen smiled subconsciously, lost in her thoughts. Then…she remembered when she had been taken by Song, who wanted his revenge for being put away in prison. Jennifer remembered thinking James had been killed before she was captured but it was all a slight relief when she found out he wasn't dead. Then Von Schrader shot him. She shot the bastard but, thinking James had died was…well horrible. And then, she remembered that moment in the hospital. Just her and James.

Jennifer was brought back to reality when James kissed her softly. "What were you thinking about honey?" James asked.

"You. When we first met and everything that led us to being together in that hospital bed." Jen hid her naughty grin behind her hand. Never before had she ever been that risqué in a public place. "We could do it again." Jen whispered suggestively, staring into James' playfully naughty blue eyes.

"What about Marissa?" James asked. Jen smiled devilishly.

"We did it quietly that time when Fiona was outside by the door. We can be quiet again, can't we?" Jen whispered, slowly taking off her shirt. James licked his lips seductively, giving her a wink. He pulled her close to him so their faces were only inches apart.

"Of course we can."

~~THE END~~