Claimed by the Hitman

Not to say that the job was easy. This family has a gift for making enemies. And there’s enough to keep me on the payroll for a lifetime.

“Now Branch, you get over here and come carry this to the patio!” Granny called out. She refused to let Fara lift a finger, and she loved to joke about putting my muscles to good use.

“C’mon now!” She kept calling. “You made this baby, now come carry this crib from Larz and Petra!”

I strolled over. “Now Granny,” I began. “Did I make the baby, or did your tea?” Everyone laughed at that. The whole family was here. Larz and Petra, Rome and Pixie, Keir and Anna, and of course the King and Queen. The Queen agreed to take back the King after Fara told her about our engagement. She then joked that her mother was trying to steal her getting married thunder.

“Oh come on now, lift this, it’s heavy. Oh great, dropped their wine glass and it shattered all over. Don’t cut yourself reaching down for the crib,” Granny droned on.

“Granny, I’ve already been cut by this family, thanks to your teachings.” Everyone, even Granny, laughed at that one too.

“Oh you know how I am. We need to raise the next generation of strong Viking blood. You two are special. This baby will be the 101st that’s owed to my fertility tea.”

“Ouch!” Fara clutched her belly and doubled over. “I think it’s starting.”

“Everyone out of the way. I’ll take her.” I swept Fara into my arms and carried her out through the front gates to take her to the hospital.

She gave me a kiss. “Thanks for the lift, sexy Viking daddy.”

The End