�Thanks to astute detective work by Diane and Connie, we got a direct line into a very large stash of Peruvian heroin. It�s a chemical match to the forty Kilos that Customs checked in a couple of months ago. There were almost sixteen Kilos in the stash. We succeeded in pulling down about a dozen members of the Columbian gang who were watching over this stuff, too. We think we got the guys who took your doctors hostage, too, Diane.�

Diane sighed with relief.

She smelled it before she felt it. He rubbed coconut and passion fruit oil all over her protruding belly. His strong hands were surprisingly soothing, and his touch was gentler than she had imagined it would be. She couldn�t move, but she could hear him whispering to the baby.

�Hey, kid. You make sure you do what you mother says. She�s a cop, she�s got a gun, and she won�t take any guff from wiseacre kids,� he whispered.

�Hey, don�t talk to the kid like that. I don�t want you to fill his head with all kinds of fear like that,� Diane moaned, still half asleep.

�Sorry to wake you, Diane.�

�It�s okay. That feels really good. My stomach was itching really bad, and you made it feel a lot better.�

�It�s such a beautiful stomach, too,� he said, kissing her skin with his hot lips. If she could have moved her hands, she would have covered her face in embarrassment.

The Incubus spoke to her belly again. �Hey kid, don�t grow up like me. Be a good person like your mother.�

�He�s going to need a father.�

�Just don�t pick Danny. That jerk is a real piece of work.�

�Still jealous after all this time?�

�I think you should pick me.�

�Oh yeah, a ghostly night visitor is just what this kid needs growing up. His very own real bogeyman. We�ll never get any sleep because I�ll have to check his bed and closets ten times a night.�

�Who says I have to restrict my visits to night time?�