May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

The moment I got into the hallway where Luke’s office was, I heard the dull roar of her snores.

“Oh, man,” I said as I saw Booth and Bourne standing in the doorway laughing. “She’s going to kill them if they took a video.”

“I would never allow them to do that,” Beckham said from the other side of Booth, her phone out and pointed at who I could only assume was Calloway’s sleeping form. “But I, on the other hand, can.”

I took her phone out of her hand and deleted the video, then glared at Booth and Bourne. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare post anything.”

Booth held up his hands. “Would never.”

Yeah, right.

I tilted my head. “Just know that when this is you and you finally get your head out of your ass, I’ll return the favor.”

Booth scowled. Bourne, on the other hand, started to laugh.

My brows rose. “You honestly think that it’s funny that your brother can’t claim his girl? You? Really?”

I didn’t know why I was all of a sudden pissed. But the idea of Calloway being hurt in any way literally tore my guts to shreds.

Bourne scowled.

I pushed past them both and headed for my girl who’d woken up when I’d raised my voice at Booth and Bourne.

She sat up, her face soft and sleepy, and her hair a tangled mess around her face.

Most of it had slipped the bun that she’d haphazardly styled it in, leaving it a beautiful mess that made me want to sink my fingers into it.

I grinned as I walked toward her, extending my hand. “You up for dinner?”

She looked around me at Beckham who had her phone pointed at us, then at Booth and Bourne that likely still had scowls on their faces.

“Are they going?” she asked curiously.

There was a lull in the silence as Booth and Bourne contemplated the question, then a sudden shriek of excitement filled the air as Asa came barreling down the hallway.

“Aunt Beckham!” Asa screamed loudly. “You’re here!”

Beckham nearly dropped her phone as Asa hit her so hard that she went backward. It was only Booth’s grip on her wrist that kept her from hitting the floor.

“Oh, Asa! You’ve grown an entire foot since I last saw you!” Beckham cried, wrapping the little boy’s head up in her arms.

Asa let go of her then and turned, bypassing his father and heading straight for the office.

At first, I thought he was going to bypass us straight for the candy I knew that Luke kept it in his desk for him, but he turned at the last second and threw himself at Calloway.

“Callie! I missed you, too,” Asa said.

Calloway laughed and let him go. The moment she did, he turned, punched me in the thigh and headed for the locked desk.

“It’s locked!” Asa whined as if he couldn’t believe it.

“I got it.” Calloway pulled her purse from beside the couch and walked toward the desk.

We all watched her break into the chief of police’s desk with her lock-picking kit.

“Please tell me my future daughter-in-law isn’t breaking into a desk that belongs to the chief of police.” My mother—when had she arrived?— said with humor filling her voice. “Because I’m gonna have to go distract him if that’s the case.”

“Too late,” Luke said. “I’m here.”

Asa and Calloway both looked up with handfuls of candy in their hands.

Caught red-handed indeed.

“And none of you stopped them?” Luke asked with amusement.

Calloway shoved her mouth full of the candy, then practically sprinted across the room toward my mother, who was holding Beckham’s son, Kase.

My mom handed him over with a laugh, then walked to me and hugged me tight.

I returned the hug and pressed a kiss to her head. “Where’s Dad?”

“Someone decided to try to smack my ass as I made my way into the police station. Your father is having a stern talk with him.” She rolled her eyes.

I grinned down at my mother, then turned to watch as Calloway carried Kase to where Asa was still eating the M&M’s.

Taking Luke’s giant seat, she pulled Asa into her lap, then showed Kase to him.

“I want another baby,” Asa declared, looking up at his dad. “Can we have another baby?”

Booth opened his mouth, then closed it just as quickly.

Bourne slapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, Dad. When are you having another baby?”

“You have to have one, too,” Asa declared. “So that they’re not lonely. I mean, I have Papa, but the baby can’t have Papa. Papa’s mine. The baby will have to have another person. That’s where you come in.”

Bourne went silent for a long moment, then shook his head.

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” Booth said.

“Hey, Uncle Louis. Doesn’t Callie look so pretty with a baby?” Asa asked.

I narrowed my eyes at the kid.

“What are you doing here, kid?” I asked curiously.

Asa grinned. “Did you know that by next year, all of you will have babies? My Papa said that the third generation of SWAT is starting.”