Javier Sinclair shifted his position.
His left hand wrapped around her waist, while his other arm circled her shoulders.
He said in a deadpan voice, "If I don't hold on tight, what if you drop me? I don't exactly trust your Sword Control skills."
Celeste Grant punched him on the shoulder.
"You're just looking for an excuse to get your hands on me. If you weren't the father of my child, I'd kick you right off this sword. You and your constant need to act all cool."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
Looking at the woman in his arms, a smile touched Javier Sinclair's eyes.
He held her close, lowered his head slightly, and leaned in toward her ear.
"I *am* the father of your son. No take-backs."
Celeste Grant blushed.
"Don't get so close. A man will only slow down my Sword Control."
Javier Sinclair chuckled softly.
He stroked her hair.
Held securely in his arms, Celeste Grant found their direction and pointed straight ahead.
"Time to go back."
With a WHOOSH, the sword shot forward.
