140. His Girls

Jackson had washed the blood and dirt from his body before he’d finally held Hope in his arms, but she would never forget the look in his eyes when he met his child for the first time.

The huge, cold man had melted. His emotions had shown in his eyes and on his face so brightly that she would have known how he felt even if she hadn’t sensed it herself.

It had been hours, but he still held the little girl. They had moved back to her smaller bedroom because the big one was full of dead bodies. She hoped someone had at least taken care of them, but she doubted she would ever use that bedroom again because of that. She couldn’t get over how quickly Jackson had killed them. They had been alive one second and then bleeding and lifeless the next.

She lifted her head from the pillow to watch Jackson watching his daughter. For some reason, Jackson had held her hand over Hope’s little foot as they had both napped. Labour had taken a toll on her but resting seemed to have done the trick. She