Three
Three months later
Gunner stepped into the temporary Terr Base One office cube he shared with his platoon. Nine sets of eyes turned in his direction.
“What the hell is that, Colonel?”
Gunner shot a glare at the young man gaping at him from behind one desk “What is what, Corporal Hicks?”
“That,” Hicks pointed, “attached to your chest.”
“It’s called a baby, Hicks.” i***t. “Ever seen one?” Gunner curled one arm around the warm bundle of three-month-old-sleeping-infant in the front pack. David didn’t even stir. The kid could sleep through a raging thunder-storm.
“Hell, yeah, but not attached to you.”
That was certainly true. The rest of the guys snickered.
Another young man leaned forward in his chair. “Sweet on the mama?”
“O’Ryan,” Benji Reyes growled.
Gunner raised his brows
