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Tasha Zapata cradled her small baby bump with one hand while stirring the pot of stew she’d prepared for her man
and their daughter's evening meal. She paused in her cooking to move to the swinging doors of the kitchen to watch
Baby Nat toddling between her tox box and her Daddy, presenting him with random plushies, building blocks, dollies,
etc. 'What an incredible man' she muses to herself. 'He provides for us and makes sure that we know how much he loves
and cares for us every day. He's one of a kind and my best friend. When I think back on how I nearly lost him-once to another
woman and again in that drone attack in Greenland-I want to kick myself!'
When she gave birth to Nat the plan was for her to return to the CIRG after six months...half a year became a year; which in turn became permanent after she informed Reade that leaving their baby for 8-hour shifts (or longer) was suddenly unthinkable to her. "I just can't imagine it, Reade: just the THOUGHT of not being with her all day is unthinkable." And Reade agreed.
"We're OK-I haven't spent much of the money I earned as a stockbroker; that portfolio is still growing. We're fine without your salary."
"Thank you, Baby. I can't miss a day of her Reade: imagine me saying that even two years ago. Everyone said it: Allie, Weller's sister Sarah; and it's TRUE. I love you with all that I am and I've risked my life for you so many times but for NAT : she has to be the priority."
"Of course. Of course, she is."
Tasha smiles warmly at her life mate and says "Try to spend more time with her? She's getting so big."
"I will."
~continues~