Chapter 328: Epilogue"Just one more push, you're doing great," the doctor said."How are you holding up, Dad?"Bleary-eyed, he nodded to the pink scrubs-clad nurse. He was ready for this long night to be over.He felt her starting to squeeze his hand again. "You've got this, babe," he murmured, kissing her forehead.Eyes closed and teeth clenched, she bore down, releasing a grunting squeal with the effort."Stop! There we are, Mom. The head is out. Now don't push, just breathe for a moment."Still holding her hand, he leaned over to see the back of the baby's head. His heart was in his throat and tears streamed down his face."Now this is it. On the next contraction, go ahead and push."He turned back to her. Eyes wide, she panted, gripping his hand for dear life."Oh, God, here it comes," she cried."You're doing great, I'm so proud of you," he murmured, turning to watch as their child was born.Fifteen minutes later, he strode down the hospital corridor to the family waiting
Chapter 1: The Beginning…She was excited. And nervous. Which she felt more she couldn't say. Anything to get out of Akron. Not really. Not just anything. The most amazing opportunity she'd had.Is this really happening? Or will I wake up and realize it was only a dream?Bella Grant checked her trunk again. Three months was a long time. What have I forgotten? She frowned. Don't be stupid. You can get anything you need. You aren't going to the Amazon rain forest.After calling down to the front desk for bell service, she made one last tour of the suite to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. Hearing the knock, she opened the door to find the bellman waiting in the hallway. She stepped back and admitted him to the suite. "It's just these," waving her hand to indicate her trunk, cosmetic case, and camera bag.The bellman hesitated when he saw the trunk. Inwardly, Bella smiled. It was huge, a vintage Louis Vuitton steamer trunk that had once belonged to her grandf
Chapter 2: Meeting Destiny?Bella walked up to the Virgin Atlantic First-Class ticket counter. "You should have a reservation for Bella Grant?" she asked."Ms. Grant. Yes, your tickets are not available at this time. I've been instructed to ask you to wait in the First-Class lounge. Your party is already there," replied the clerk."Thank you," she said. Approaching the door to the lounge, to herself, "Here we go…"She walked in and glanced around. There were several men waiting alone. None was immediately apparent as a television photographer. "Crap…" whispered to herself. Then she heard a deep voice behind her."Bella?" She turned to see a man with deep brown eyes looking her way, his closely cropped salt and pepper hair matching his mustache and goatee. He was tanned as though he spent a great deal of time outdoors. She smiled her best TV anchor smile and moved toward him with her right hand outstretched. "Hello! Bella. Isabella. Um, just Bella. Grant. And you are?"
Chapter 3: A Job Offer(One month earlier)Luke awoke, a sharp pain pulsing over his left eye. I should have had more water, he thought reproachfully. He tossed off the covers, glancing back at the sleeping form on the other side of his bed. The brunette shifted in her sleep, the sheet falling away to reveal an ample left tit with a dark erect nipple. And no tan line, he noticed. What was her name again? Martita? Marina? He vaguely remembered chatting her up at the bar last night. God, I do stupid things when I drink Scotch.He pulled on some shorts and went up on the deck of the boat to smoke and think. Lighting his cigar, he reflected on his life. Six months ago, he'd retired from being a news photog, moved back to Tampa and was living on a boat he rented from a buddy. He'd finally had enough.Charlie had said it would happen, that he'd get sick of all the war and blood and tragedy. At the time, he'd considered the old man jaded, just plain tired. After all, Luke was a
Chapter 4: I Loved That Glass"Good to know you still have a way with the ladies," Charlie quipped."Yeah, fuck you!" Luke laughed. "Why are you calling?""I'm executive producing a new show," said Charlie. "I need a first-rate photog.""If I come across one, I'll let you know.""I'm talking to one right now.""No, no, no," Luke replied. "I am loving life right now. No responsibilities. No commitments. I'm living on a rented boat. Fish all day, drink all night, plenty of beautiful women. I'm quite ok, thanks.""You sound bored, you ask me.""Notice I didn't ask you.""You don't even know the concept. It's not news, no blood and guts and shit. I'm working for TLC—the This is Living Channel. It's a travel show…""Ooohhh, not no, then. It's oh, HELL NO!""Just wait. I want this to be different from anything else out there. You'd co-produce. I'm going to tell you where to go, my office will make the travel arrangements, then you find the stories, make it what you think peop
Chapter 5: Last Chance to Change Your Mind(An hour ago)Luke arrived at the airport slightly hung over. Should have known better than to go out drinking with Charlie, he thought. The two men had barhopped for a while, finally landing at Luke's favorite Manhattan pub, Paddy Reilly's on the lower east side. They'd been in luck and caught the Prodigals' set at eleven.Charlie had been in chat mode all evening. "So tell me about the dame you were with when I called you that day," he probed.Luke rolled his eyes. "Just some chick from a bar. I don't know. What do you want me to say?""What you need is to find a nice girl, settle down," Charlie slurred. "Bella is a nice girl.""Bella?" Luke asked."Aw, dammit, I didn't mean for you to know her name before you met her," Charlie shook his head. "Bourbon loosens my lips." He blew a raspberry for emphasis.Luke had felt a flash of irritation at the notion of settling down. "I've been married, and you saw how that turned out.""You ma
Chapter 6: Bundt Cakes and Personal History(Now)Luke motioned to the bartender, ordering another round for both of them. To Bella he joked, "So Bundt cakes, huh? I like Bundt cakes.""Hmm, what? Oh! Bundt cakes. Well, you know how morning shows go. Recipes, fashion, pets, don't hold fireworks in your hands…True story—we once had two guests nearly come to blows arguing over whether potato salad should be hot or cold," she laughed. "No, seriously, you can't make that up!"Luke shook his head laughing. "Wow! And I thought my job was dangerous."Bella raised her wine glass to his Scotch. "To dangerous jobs!" They toasted, chuckling as they did so. Just to fill the silence, "So you've been in news since 9/11? What did you do before that?"He smiled slightly. He'd noticed her eyes glaze over as he was talking earlier, figured she wasn't listening. "Well, like I said," slowly, as if speaking to a child, "I was in the Navy. Special Ops. I was a photog, and a lot of times they
Chapter 7: In DreamsShe leaned her head back and bit down on her lower lip, attempting to stifle the moan that threatened to burst out. He was down there, pressing his lips to the mound between her thighs. "Oh, God!" she moaned.Her hands moved to her breasts, at first simply trying to hold herself together, then squeezing, pulling hard on her erect nipples. She was so wet for him. His tongue began to flick in and out of her and she felt like she would burst out of her skin. "Oh, Luke, oh God!"He moved up her body, kissing and licking as he went. When he reached her face, he covered her mouth with his. She could taste herself on him and that made her even wetter."I want you," she growled, reaching down to take him in her hand and guiding him into her. At first he started moving in and out, excruciatingly slowly, then building to pound harder and faster…Bella woke up with a gasp. She was reclined in her First-Class seat on her way to Edinburgh. When she looked anxiously o