Sacred Burial Grounds (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 2)) (14 page)

Blackhawk knew that wasn’t somethi
ng his boss could keep. “Thanks Gabe, for listening and letting me vent and get this all off my chest.”

“No problem, Cowboy. Update me tomorrow or sooner if need be.”

Elizabeth parked beside her Jeep in the driveway and grabbed her bag from the drugstore, stuffing it in her purse. She wanted to go take the test and then talk to her husband. She raced for the house, trying to not get too soaked in the torrential downpour. When she went inside, she could hear him in the kitchen, making dinner. Hopefully, he was a little bit calmer. It had become a tradition of theirs, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was very husband-like, and it warmed her heart as she watched him from the doorway. He had changed, letting his hair free of the tie and was in jeans, t-shirt, and barefoot.

“Hi, Ethan,” she said from the doorway.

“I missed you,” he said, walking to her and holding her to his body. “Want to have dinner with me?” After the call to Gabe, he began to worry that he had ruined their night. It was far and few between that they could spend an evening together not buried in work.

“Absolutely, I do, Cowboy. Can I go change and be back? I’m a little soggy from the rain outside.”

He released her and went back to the kitchen, wanting to ask where she’d been, but maybe she just needed to drive around to keep from having a fight with him. He was in a pretty shitty mood not too long ago, and he wouldn’t blame her. Maybe they’d have a nice dinner, relax and talk. If there was a chance to talk her out of being in the field he’d try. Except this time he’d approach it a little more calmly and rationally.

Elizabeth slipped out of her wet clothes, and took off her badge and gun, placing it in her bed stand until the next day. Changing into shorts and a t-shirt, she dropped the pregnancy test on her bed and stared at it. Once she took it, everything was going to change. Somewhere, deep down inside of her, she wasn’t really sure that she could be a good mom. It had been so long since she had a mother of her own. Could she do it?

The few memories she had of her own mother were great ones. Mom h
ad made her cookies, taken her shopping, made cakes with her and even had driven her to soccer games. The car accident that stole her still gave Elizabeth horrible guilt. If she didn’t want to play, forcing her mother sign her up, maybe she wouldn’t have grown up motherless.

Would she be strong enough to be a mom? Caring enough to carry the burden of motherhood? So many things went through her mind as she looked down at the box
on her bed.  There was no doubt, that her husband would be a great father, but she had that little fear deep down in herself that she would be a failure. Few things fazed her, but there was the knowledge that his grandfather had dreamed about her being pregnant, and she didn’t even know herself. It just gave her goose bumps.

S
ighing, she ripped the box open and read the instructions. Time would tell and fate already had this one in the books. All she could do was hold on for the ride.

Blackhawk poured both of them a glass of wine and began making dinner. He enjoyed the way it helped him relax and focus on something other than just the FBI. It connected him to his wife and to a life outside of work. Before her there was only his professional life and now he had both, and he was willing to hold onto them fervently. Previously he would come home from work, bring out his paperwork and assessments and continue to profile, making sure nothing was forgotten or missed. Now he had something worth coming home to each night, and there was no way that he could ever go back. He could feel her approach and planned on enjoying the time they spent making dinner together. Well he did the cooking, and she just kept him company.

“Feel better, Ethan?” she inquired, taking a seat on one of the stools, so she could watch
him work. There was something innately sexy about a man barefoot and cooking dinner for a woman in the kitchen. Now if she could just figure out a way to get him to do it shirtless, her life would be perfect.

“Yeah, I think I’m just on an emotional overload. Today was a tough day,” he admitted, as he handed her a glass of wine and returned to chopping the veggies for the stir-fry. “I think we need to talk, calmly and without fighting.”

“Okay, Cowboy,” she said, leaning on the counter. “You seem to be the one all tied up in knots over this, so shoot. You go first and I’ll listen.”

“I know you don’t believe in the
craziness my grandfather spouts and for the record I’m not too fond of it either. I just have this feeling that us on this assignment is a very bad idea.”

Elizabeth nodded and waited for him to continue.

“I’m not asking you to not work it, because I know that would get my ass kicked or divorced, but I need to believe your safe in order to be able to focus on what’s ahead of us.”

She laughed, grabbing a raw carrot. “
I won’t divorce you Ethan, but two things will get your ass kicked. One is ordering me around and the other would be calling Gabe and trying to have him order me around.” Elizabeth watched his eyes, as she bit into the carrot. Just what she figured, he’d already made the call while he’d been home alone.

Blackhawk looked guilty and didn’t even try to hide it.

“I see, so basically you tried to get me pulled already, huh?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Well at least he didn’t lie to her. Elizabeth had two options. A knockdown, drag out fight, or the option where she would have done the same thing and couldn’t fault him for it. “Do you believe that you can keep me safe, Ethan?”

The muscle in his cheek twitched
at her question. There was no way he’d put money on it, but he hoped he could pull it off. As a man and as her husband, he would like to believe he was able to protect his own wife or stand in front of her protectively.

“Because if you think about it, who
am I with most of the day? You, and I happen to believe the safest place to be is with my husband. But what I don’t get, Ethan is why you're all freaked out all the sudden. I get the whole, ‘last run in with the serial killer’ thing. I think I’ve been pretty patient with your hovering, but in two hours you went from cautious to full lockdown. What gives? I think we’ve been through a lot together, and I deserve an answer.”

He sighed and decided to spill it
. “My grandfather told me to keep you safe, because you were in danger.”

Elizabeth laughed. “No offense, Cowboy, but we’re FBI agents. We have a danger clause in our HR paperwork. I’m always in danger and so are you. When the company you work f
or has mandatory life insurance and hands out Kevlar at orientation, chances are you have a dangerous job.”

He finished his wine and thought about the point she was making, and it was
valid.

“It’s like someone saying if you walk in the middle of the street you can get hit by a car. Of course you can. I’m not diminishing your grandfather and what he believes, but there
’s truth in everything in life depending on how you look at it.”

He had to agree and finally some of the tightness l
ifted from his body. “You’re absolutely right.”

“I’m aware it’s part of the job as being wife,” she couldn’t help but laugh when he smirked.

“You don’t want your wine?’ he asked, as he poured a second glass. Between the wine and his wife being rational he was feeling calm and loose. It wasn’t like her to not have wine with him, as they cooked dinner.

She pointed at the clock. “In less than one minute the pregnancy test I took will be giving us an answer to the big question, and then I’ll answer that accordingly.”

With all the other bullshit he forgot the most important thing that surfaced today. “Is that where you went? You were out buying a pregnancy test?” Part of him was angry at himself that he had let her go alone, and it wasn’t even a priority to him. Damn prophetic dreams!

“Yes Ethan, it’s about ready now. Want me to do it alone
, or are you going to join me?” she stood, hoping he’d join her. Elizabeth was scared shitless, and didn’t want to make him worry with her irrational fears. Already he was carrying enough stress on his shoulders.

Blackhawk turned off the stove and took her hand. “We
’ll do it together.” Something in him was clenched super tight, as he was about to find the answer to one of the most important things in his life. Before her he never wanted a wife or kids, and now he had picked out their house with the intent of filling it with children. All the bedrooms and the fenced in yard, and not to mention the hours of research he did on local schools. It all was about this moment, and if they were starting that journey together tonight.

“I’ll get the test,” she said, letting his hand go, walking into the bathroom. She could feel her chest clench and tighten
. This was a huge moment for her. She remembered the conversation she had with him right before he proposed. He wanted a brood, and this could be the start of it for both of them.

Elizabeth picked up the test and read the little screen. Her heart skipped a beat, and she carried it out to him
with no emotion showing on her face.

“Well?” he asked, nervously.

She handed it to him and just watched his face, as he read the stick, and then looked up at her.

“We’re having a baby?”

Elizabeth nodded, about ready to weep with joy. All she wanted to see was the same joy on her husband’s face. Once she did, the dam would break, and she would be a blubbering mess.

“We’re having a baby.” This time it was a statement, not a question.

“Congratulations Ethan, you're going to be a dad.”

Ethan Blackhawk dropped the test and grabbed his wife, pulling her into his arms. This was the most amazing thing he’d ever
heard; next to the day she told him she’d marry him. Suddenly all he wanted was to taste, feel, and be part of the woman before him. She was carrying his child. His wife was growing him a family for them to have forever. 

Elizabeth put her arms around his neck and kissed him long, slow
, and deep. When she broke away, she could feel the need coming off his body in waves. “We’re having a baby, Ethan.” Her hands went to his t-shirt and she pulled it over his head. All she wanted was to run her hands over his chest, and the tattoo she loved so much. Slowly, she laid little kisses across it, as her hands wandered elsewhere. “I find that I want to climb all over my husband right now.”

“Lyzee
baby, I love you,” he said, freeing her hair from the ponytail and pulling her shirt off her body. “I can’t believe it!” He took her mouth with his and enjoyed the tangle of hot, wet kiss. His hands found her jeans and flicked the button open. Now he wanted his wife, naked and in their bed immediately. “Climb away,” he mumbled, kissing her hard and fast. “In fact, I love when you climb all over me.”

“I love you too,
Ethan” she whispered into his mouth, as she worked on the button of his jeans. Pushing them down his body she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Blackhawk carried her to their bed, climbing onto it
and never disconnecting her from his body. She was his miracle, and he couldn’t wait to rejoice in the marvel they made together. “Need to celebrate,” he said, pulling her bra off and tossing it over his shoulder and returning to kissing her, face, neck and body.

“Get naked, Ethan,” she
mumbled, as he continued to drive her crazy with his mouth.

He broke away
obeying. “You too, Lyzee!” He pushed his boxers off and stared with such intense lust as his wife slid out of her panties. He couldn’t help but feel the deep desire to take her right then and there.

“Now, Ethan, I can’t wait
!” she said, burying her hands deep in his hair and pulling him down to her body. As her mouth got busy, his body tightened in response.

“
My God Lyzee,” he whispered, as she directed him into her body and wrapped her legs around him, locking him in and trapping him. “You're going to kill me one of these days,” he moaned and kept kissing and exploring her. Since he was unable to move in her it was making him crazy, despite the instinct demanding him to take. Elizabeth had a way of torturing him in the best way. Just the feel of her clenching down around him and teasing him was so overwhelmingly erotic. It was sweet, delicious torture by his wife. No other woman had this effect on him, only his Elizabeth.

Elizabeth whispered words in his ear, and he moaned again
. His wife had a way with words and the mere thought of what she was suggesting was beyond anything he was prepared to hear.

The heat
was building in her own body, as her sexy husband was so lost in her. She couldn’t help but remember the first time they got naked, and she saw all the tattoos. They made her wild with want and lust and now they still had the same effect. She just couldn’t get enough of her Indian warrior. She whispered more words and felt him throb deep in her body.

“Keep it
up and I won’t make it very long, baby,” he said, trying to not visualize the things she whispered into his ear. Hearing them was wild enough, but picturing them just might cause him to explode in flames.