Hot Pursuit

Ah, God, Lys" he breathed, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. She was the love of his heart, his true partner in both work and life, and the idea of losing her to the violence of the world they lived in scared the living shit out of him. But her smile lit her eyes, her face, and he pushed the darkness away and let himself grin back at her like the damn fool that he was. This moment-now-was perfect, and he wasn't going to let his fears interfere.

All babies look like Alfred Hitchcock. Or Winston Churchill.

He wanted Eden, and he wanted Pinkie, but mostly he wanted Eden, because together they could make their own Pinkie.

How can you sit here and know that day... three I'm not going to be driving you crazy because I laugh like a horse or...or... dress up your penis in Barbie clothes?

I became an uncle when I was barely out of diapers myself,” Izzy told her as he gathered up Ash’s bag. “I speak baby at a high level of expertise, so we’ll be fine. My cell phone’s on. I won’t be insulted when you call to check in, so do what you need to do. Call every five minutes, if you want. If I don’t answer, it’s because I’m dealing with a two-handed diaper of doom. I’ll call you right back if that happens.