“Yes, Cody, I promise, ” Peggy answered, and felt for the first time in a long time, she wasn't lying.
Sighing, her little boy settled down in his new bed and held tightly to his bear.
“Okay, cause Teddy doesn't like zombies. ”
“I know, honey. I know.
” She kissed his cheek and tucked in his covers.
As she left his room, she looked back at him one more time and felt a wonderful sense of relief that at last they were truly safe.
***
“Shit,” Juan exclaimed as Jenni almost slipped and fell head first into the tub.
She had been trying to maneuver on her sprained leg while grabbing the bottle of champagne off the counter that Ken had stolen before she nearly fell.
Juan grabbed hold of her naked hips with his sudsy hands and held her steady as she finally managed to get into the tub without killing both of them. Lowering herself into the mountains of white bubbles, so she was straddling his lap, she grinned.
“See, nothing to it? ” She took a long swallow of champagne and handed him the bottle.
Juan laughed and gulped down some of the warm champagne.
“Shit, that's nasty. ”
Jenni giggled and pressed her bare breasts against his chest.
“Almost as nasty as me?”
“Shit, girl.
” Juan grinned. “No one is as nasty as you. ”
Laughing, she kissed him and they both nearly went under the bubbles before Juan managed to grab the edge of the tub.
“You're trying to drown us! ”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me. ”
Juan obliged. The champagne bottle fell off the edge of the tub and onto the floor.
Neither one of them noticed.
***
Katie awoke a few hours later to gentle snoring. She felt a little disoriented by the sound and the body she felt in her arms. Lydia had always snored, but the body pressed against hers was not one bit female.
It was Travis.
He was sound asleep. His arms were around her body with his body spooned up against hers. The lamp next to the bed was still lit. When she turned her head she suppressed a giggle. He was so deeply asleep his mouth was hanging open.
Stretching a little, she managed to turn in his arms and readjust herself. Her body was really aching and her bruises felt even more painful. Looking at Travis’ arm draped over her waist, she could see where the zombies had grabbed onto it. Their distinct hand prints were pressed into his flesh.
They had both been immensely lucky today.
Stirring, Travis turned onto his back, his arm slung over his forehead, looking quite serene.
She had really grown to love his face. It was so strong and yet kind.