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“What if I can’t jump like you?”
Her laughter fills the quiet room. “Oh, sweet girl. Your abilities will make mine look childlike by contrast.” “But when?” I plead. She pulls the covers up to my chin and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll jump,” she whispers, “on the day when you need it most.”
“Do you think the baby will be more comfortable sleeping on the terrace, or on top of the washer?” he asks with a laugh. “Because that’s pretty much the only space we have left.”
If I could utter the term soul mate without sounding like a complete pussy I would. Unfortunately, that’s not possible.
“You have no idea what a cunt I can be. Keep harassing me and you’ll find out.”
You deserved to spend your entire life surrounded by people who treated what you could do like a gift instead of a curse.”
“I want your face to be the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning.
So I say if something you want scares the hell out of you, go for it. Because the other way isn’t working.”
“It may have escaped your attention,” he says, voice low with fury. “But I am crazy about you. I’m so crazy about you I seem to care very little about everything that mattered a month ago. Not my reputation. Not my job. Not my future. All that exists for me is the time we have left, and after that, honestly, I can’t imagine wanting to go on.”
“I’m picturing your dick in a bag of Ruffles and I’m a little wet.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing. It’s a hard life.” “Time traveling?” He shakes his head, staring at the rope in his weathered hands. “No,” he says. “Being the one who has to stay behind.”
“I can only assume you don’t feel nearly as much for me as I do for you or you’d get this. I don’t care about the years after you’re gone. I’m not even sure I want those years. I just want the time you have left, every fucking minute of it.”
“We’ll find another way because there’s no other choice. You’re my life. You’re the only part of it I want. And we will find a way to fix this.”
Because as badly as I want it, I want you more. I want you to survive and be here with me for the next seventy years.”
“Love,” I reply, completing the sentence. My eyes hold hers. “Yeah. It is.”
I love the bossy, no-bullshit doctor side of Nick.
Quinn has to survive. No other option is acceptable.
And I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but my boyfriend happens to be a doctor.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “A doctor, huh? He must be brilliant.”
Am I being naïve, hoping we can track down the woman and stop this? Probably. But I am drowning, and this is what drowning people do: they grasp at any goddamn thing they can hold onto, even the things that don’t float.
“I’m so in love with you I can’t even breathe when I imagine you not here, and I’ll never be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try to find her. So don’t ask it of me.”
“I love you, Quinn Stewart. And even if you can’t say it back, I know you love me too.”
“A girl you’ve loved through many, many lifetimes.” This feels like slightly less of a lucky guess. Her eyes brighten. “She is carrying your child. No, wait. I see two children.”
“That is not what happened, and you need to start remembering that I’m the one you’re related to.”
“Make no mistake, Quinn: being able to time travel is both a blessing and a curse.”
“I don’t want to brag,” he says, “but I bet my DNA is fucking awesome.”
Nick and I are having twins who time travel. It’s impossible. Unheard of.
“How’s it going?” he calls. “I’m still urinating. The test doesn’t work that fast, even for tempore sphincter or whatever the hell shifter was in Latin.” I hear a low laugh. “I’m fairly certain the word isn’t sphincter.”
“I love you,” I whisper. “And I’m not going to let you die.”
“She saved me,” I finally whisper. “All she ever wanted was to save me.”
Come back to see me and let me know how it all turned out. All my love, Mom
“I’m so sorry to tell you this, little embryos, but your father is a total dork.”
“You see something?” I ask. His smile goes wide. “Yeah.” “I see two somethings,” says the doctor triumphantly. “You’re having twins, Mrs. Reilly.” I try to pretend I’m surprised, and I don’t correct him on the name. I guess I’ll be Mrs. Reilly soon enough.
