THIRTY-THREE | ROBLE
“I thought firefighters were supposed to help people. Is no one going to help me out here?” Robyn stood in the middle of the doorway, baby carrier in hand as the one month old squirmed around in the seat. She made sure her announcement was well heard, smiling as people came running. “Babbling Brooks, my dude, where the fuck is your brother?” Asher rolled his eyes but pushed his way through cooing men to hug his sister in law. She watched as Hermann picked the little girl. “Watch yourself old man, don’t drop my baby.” Robyn looked up when she saw another man who looked suspiciously like her husband, noting SQUAD written on the shirt. “Look who decided to show. Were you sleeping, lieutenant? You’re fucking lucky. Little miss I’m-Going-To-Scream-Cause-I-Miss-My-Dad wouldn’t let me sleep.” She kissed him softly. “Figured if I couldn’t sleep I’d at least come make your life a living hell. What else are wives for, am I right? Yeah, Hermann, you got me.”











