Bang Switch (Code 11-KPD SWAT 3)

“You forgot the picture with the signs!” The photographer yelled as he came running up to me.

I smiled, right on time.

I heard Downy groan, but nonetheless took the sign that I’d had him make.

I’d first seen the idea in a bridal magazine, but when I found out I was pregnant two days ago, I couldn’t wait to get his reaction to the news on camera.

The photographer handed my sign over first, being sure to keep it out of Downy’s view.

I took it and turned my back to Downy, who had already turned his back to me.

The photographer walked around us, smiling as he said, “Good, good.”

I was practically bouncing with excitement, but stopped myself from getting too excited when the movement started to wake Lock up.

A crowd of our family and friends had gathered, the sight of my sign bringing them in.

Downy’s face must’ve been priceless as our family and friends started to surround us.

“Alright, on the count of three, turn around and let each other see your sign. One, two, three,” the photographer cheered.

I turned slowly, eyes going to Downy’s face instead of the sign.

His face, however, was precious.

His jaw was slack and open as his eyes read what I’d written on my sign.

“You’re fucking joking,” he said loudly.

I shook my head. “No.”

“You’ve got to be. I can’t handle another one like him.” He pointed to Lock.

I covered my mouth and started laughing, my sign that said, ‘Back up is on its way (The SWAT officer did it.)’ with a big fat arrow pointing down at my belly.

He rushed to me, picking both Lock and me up with the upmost of gentleness.

“Jesus, boy. You’re gonna crush my grandkid,” my dad growled from somewhere behind us.

“He’s just happy. Leave him be.”

That was Downy’s mother.

Downy and his mother had spent a lot of time trying to repair their relationship.

They’d both had some apologizing to do, and their relationship was still growing, becoming something that it should’ve been years ago.

Lock did that, though.

He brought not only Macey, Downy’s mother, back to us, but also Jonah and Ridley.

Jackson stayed to himself, choosing not to have any relationship with us, but that was fine. We didn’t need him. We had everything we needed right here.

“You’re really, really going to get a spanking when we get home,” he said softly. “After I make love to you, that is.”

I giggled, kissing his head as we cradled our babies between us.

I was right. The pictures were priceless.