May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

He was right.

Rowen and Dax had already started the third generation.

Ford and Ashe were adding to it.

And I wasn’t disinclined to add to the generation myself. The only thing I had to do was convince my girl of that.

And by the starry look in her eyes as she stared down at my nephew, I might have a chance.

Suddenly, that became my goal. To get Calloway to love me enough to have a baby with me.

That sounded like heaven.

“Well, as nice as that is, buddy,” Booth said as he walked into the room, running one knuckle down the length of Kase’s nose. “We need to go.”

“But Mama is waiting for you outside. She needs to talk to you,” Asa said.

Booth rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

He looked sheepishly at Beckham, who was grinning wildly. “I got distracted.”

Chuckles filled the room as Calloway pulled the baby back into her ample chest, allowing Asa to wiggle free.

“Mama just wants to talk to you because she has a date,” Asa said loudly, his feet stomping on the hardwood floor. I looked over at Bourne just in time to see his entire face go blank. “She wants you to watch me on Friday.”

Booth winced. “I work on Friday. Aunt Delanie can’t watch you?”

“Aunt Dillan is going out on a double blind date with Mama. She can’t watch me. Did you know they’re going out with twins?” Asa asked, unaware that he now had both Pena men freaking out.

“I’ll go out with you,” Bourne said. “I can watch him Friday.”

Luke chuckled darkly as he made his way over to the desk where my woman still sat.

When he neared, he looked at his open desk drawer and frowned. “You know, I have some sensitive stuff in my desk. If I’d known you were going to break into my stuff, I would’ve woke your ass up and forced you to leave.”

Calloway stood up and gently placed the baby into Luke’s arms.

Luke instantly lost most of his tension as he looked down at the baby.

I grinned down at Calloway when she made her way over to me.

“Smooth, giving him the baby.” I laughed.

She grinned unrepentantly.

“I meant to lock it back up before he got back.” She paused. “Can you grab my kit off his desk? I’m scared to go back over there.”

I patted her on the ass and dropped a kiss on her mouth, causing her to grin wickedly at me.

My cock stirred in my pants, but I willed it to take a fucking chill pill as I reluctantly let her go.

When I made my way over to Luke, he was still busy looking down at Kase when I pocketed the kit and picked up Calloway’s purse.

“Luke, you joining us for dinner?” I asked curiously.

My dad and Beckham came up and joined the small huddle, and before either one of them could take Kase, I did.

Kase felt so fucking small in my hands, and still he’d grown since he was born a few months ago.

Looking down at him, I quickly realized that I hated missing so much of his life.

My sister should be here.

Which only pissed me off all the more because not only was I missing a lot of his life, but so was his father.

The sad thing was, I couldn’t find a damn thing out about him. From the limited information that I had, I knew him to be either active military or undercover FBI. I knew that he’d been in contact with Beckham. I knew that he knew he had a kid.

But that was all that I knew.

Because Beckham wouldn’t tell anybody anything. And the one time that she almost did just before the baby was born, he’d abruptly had to cancel. Then he’d disappeared.

Needless to say, when the day came that I met Kase’s father, I hoped that I would be able to control my temper.

“So, Olive Garden?”

I blinked, unaware that my family had turned and had started trying to figure out where we were going to eat.

Luke was gathering his shit and was nearly all the way out of his office.

Calloway was looking at me in concern, and my dad was looking at me like he was losing his patience.

“I don’t care,” I said. “As long as the place where we go has good sweet tea, I’m down.”

“Well that means no Olive Garden,” Calloway said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Hey, lock this door as you leave, please,” Luke said as he disappeared into the hallway, leaving the room now empty except for my family.

“What about Texas Roadhouse?” Beckham asked, her eyes pleading.

I chuckled. “That’s fine… though I’m gonna have to go run eight miles tomorrow to work off all the rolls I eat.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Dad said, glaring.

It was then I realized that he wanted to hold Kase.