Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1311

Baby, with her hair in two playful pigtails, sat nestled between Tracey and Elysia, carefully sorting through the fresh herbs they’d gathered that morning.

She didn’t really understand what the two adults were talking about, but she could tell from their worried faces that something was up. In her sweet, high-pitched voice, she piped up to cheer them on:

“Great-Gran, Mommy, don’t be sad! Baby’s super strong, Baby can carry the flag!”

Tracey turned to look at Baby, and immediately a smile softened her features.

This kid’s got spunk!

“Our Baby is the best!” Tracey beamed, giving Baby a gentle poke.

After a bit of playful teasing, Tracey turned to Elysia, her tone more serious.

“Elysia, I know medicine isn’t really your thing, but Baby’s still so young…”

“For Baby’s future, and for the future of medicine in general, you really should learn from Grandma. Really dig deep.”

“If, God forbid, Grandma’s not around someday, at least you’ll be able to carry on.”

“Grandma…” Elysia’s heart twisted—not because she didn’t want to learn, but because Grandma was talking about not being there anymore.

But Tracey just shrugged, matter-of-fact.

“Birth, aging, sickness, and death. It’s the way of life, honey. Grandma’s been around a long time—I’m not afraid of dying.”

“What scares me is leaving and having nobody to take up the torch.”

“If there were already someone in the medical world ready to step up, I wouldn’t worry so much. But right now, someone has to care.”

Elysia looked at her, full of affection. Grandma should’ve been enjoying her retirement, not still worrying about the world.

A real heroine—tough as any man!

“Don’t worry, Grandma. Teach me—I’ll learn!”

***

Meanwhile, in Quincy’s cozy cabin, Quincy was holding Emmett’s hand, helping him dip a pen into ink and write a few bold, swirling words across a big sheet of paper:

“Peace and Prosperity”

The script was strong and lively, almost dancing on the page.

Quincy nodded. “If you want to study ancient aesthetics, Emmett, you have to start with the language. The beauty of our heritage begins with its script.”

“Focus on the writing, then look at their clothes, their food, their homes and how they built them.”

Suddenly, the lines of code on the screen flickered and scrambled.

A second later, a giant mushroom cloud exploded onto the screen.

The two brothers’ eyes lit up. They slapped each other a high-five.

“Thirty-six seconds! We did it!”

Did what, exactly? They’d just broken through a top-secret military firewall in record time—thirty-six seconds flat. And not just any firewall, but the one protecting an enemy nation’s weapons cache, which they’d just remotely detonated.

Their thirty-six seconds would leave that country scratching their heads for years.

Elijah grinned. “Where do we go next?”

Elliot narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on his lips.

“We take them down again. Let’s keep going.”

Howard had always told them: when those guys trespassed on our land and hurt our people, they never apologized, never admitted a thing.

Well, now it was time to make them pay.

Practicing on their firewalls? Totally justified.