by Sosie Frost
Gretchen nodded, pulling her hair back into a ponytail from a scrunchie over her wrist. “They caught it before any serious damage, they think. We’ll know more once he’s in recovery.”
“Oh.”
Gretchen’s sigh was a polite frustration. “I told him to get checked out. I didn’t like the headaches. But Zach was too stubborn. Didn’t want anything to prevent him from getting back into the SEALs.” She grunted. “I’m surprised the damn thing didn’t rupture when the doctor denied him the waiver.”
My hand crunched the crackers into dust. I stared at Gretchen. “He was denied?”
She scrunched her nose. “Oh, he…hadn’t told you?”
“He told you?”
“I guessed when I hadn’t heard from him after he returned from D.C.”
“So…he’s not re-enlisting in the SEALs?”
“Nope. And he’s probably pissed.”
No, he was probably heartbroken. Crushed.
I rubbed my belly. He didn’t tell me, but I should have known. He returned from D.C. and rolled with me over every square inch of the library. He took me so aggressively, just to prove his masculinity to himself, as an outlet for the aggression and frustration building in him.
And I never asked. I only argued. I only made it harder on him.
“How far along are you?”
I pulled my hand away from my tummy. Gretchen smiled.
“Sorry,” she said. “I saw the candy and the salty snacks. I assumed it wasn’t stress.”
“You assumed right.”
Gretchen leaned closer. “When did you find out?”
I shrugged. “Only a little bit ago, I’m still wrapping my head around it.”
“Does Zach know?”
I grimaced. “I told him just before he went down. Thinking that wasn’t the best time.”
“Men are so melodramatic.”
I felt bad laughing. Gretchen took my hand.
“How…” The nausea flared. I stuffed crackers in my mouth until I convinced my body I was a chipmunk instead of an expectant mother.
Gretchen understood. “Zach and my brother served together. But Robby died in the same attack that almost killed Zach. He said that Robby was the reason he had a chance to live, so he vowed to take care of me.” She shrugged. “When he got his trust, he gave me the money to open my own practice. Said it was the least he could do.”
Of course he did. It was never about the money. Not with him.
Gretchen looked nervous, twisting her fingers in her lap. “I promised to keep an eye on him after his injury. I should have done a better job.”
“You didn’t know.”
“Those headaches…”
“He hid them. He wouldn’t have told anyone.”
Not even me. Or was I not listening?
Gretchen looked up. “Do you love him?”
The lump formed in my throat. It didn’t feel right to say it if he wasn’t there.
“He invaded every aspect of my life. Now I can’t imagine one without him.”
“Hold onto that. It’ll get him through this.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Is the surgery dangerous?”
“Doctor Milbower will do the procedure. He’s very good.”
That wasn’t my question, and her answer scared the hell out of me. “I don’t want good. I want the best.”
Gretchen’s eyebrow rose. I met her gaze.
“I mean the best,” I said. “Find out who he or she is. I’ll pay for their airfare, for their lodging, and for whatever they’d charge to do this surgery.”
“Shay, it doesn’t work this way.”
She wasn’t the first person to underestimate my bank account. “For me it does. Price is no option. I want Zach healed, better than he was before. Can you help me?”
Gretchen smiled. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
“I’m not going to miss my chance to tell him.”
Most men didn’t survive getting their heads nearly blown off. I wasn’t most men.
I once considered myself fortunate for surviving the IED. After waking up in the hospital the second time, I decided I was the luckiest son of a bitch still barely breathing.
The miracles kept on coming. My eyes focused on the chair next to my bed. Shay curled in the cushions, softly sleeping.
I had enough opiates pumping through me to clear out a whole poppy field in Afghanistan, but I trusted my blurry vision.
Shay was the most beautiful woman on the planet. A woman I almost let slip through my fingers. Someone challenging and courageous and so damn vulnerable it hurt my own heart.
She had to be mine. I wasn’t giving her up.
That was a shit-ton to take in while a half dozen tubes pricked me in a variety of uncomfortable locations. I smelled antiseptic. I tasted dry chemicals. I was pretty sure my head cracked open again.
But there she was. Sleeping by my side in a hospital room.
Like she cared.
Like she loved me.
And it only took a brush with death to get her to admit it.
I shifted. I couldn’t remember a damn thing besides getting upset. I yelled at her. I threatened to leave for some bullshit reason. I might have given her my half of the estate.
But she trumped me. Had I not crashed against the ground, her revelation would have laid me out flat.
She was pregnant.
My heart monitor beeped too fast. It woke her. Shay’s gasp warned me, but I didn’t have time to adjust the tubes pouring every type of liquid from me. She collapsed at my side.
I welcomed the soft brush of her lips against mine, the herald to her chastisement.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Zach Harden. You had me pacing for five hours while they knocked out your skull and put it back together.”
“Sorry about that.” The words rasped. I managed a smile instead. “I’ll be more considerate next time.”
“Hell no. There is no next time. This is it, Zach. You’re done. No more scrambling inside your brain, you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Glad we have that straight.”
Shay brushed my cheek. If I weren’t so hopped up on pain-killers, I might have felt it. But having her close was just as good.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” I asked.
She smirked, but I saw through it. She took my hand.
“Your head tried to explode,” she said.
“That the technical term?”
“You had an un-ruptured aneurysm. Something that formed after the trauma from your injury. It was…bad.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
I wiggled my toes, fingers, and flexed the most important part of me. All in working condition.
“How am I alive?”
Shay looked damn proud of herself. “I pulled some strings.”
“What kind of strings?”
“I flew in the best neurosurgeon in the country. Private plane even. Got him from Pittsburgh within two hours. He was more than happy to help once I offered my checkbook.”
“Wow.” I snorted. “Look at you. Using that trust fund.”
“I’d have spent every last cent if it kept you…” She looked away. “If it healed you.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but I was glad that fear left her. I squeezed her hand.
“Gretchen?”
“She knows. She was here. She went to her office this morning, but she’s stopping in to check on you. She helped get the neurosurgeon. I dropped her name, said that you were a war vet, and I added an extra zero to his cost estimate. He came running.”
I shifted. The drugs, surgery, and bed held me damn firm, but I extended my arm. Shay helped to place my hand on her belly. She smiled—a hopeful, gentle smile.
So I had to be an ass.
I tugged on the shirt. “You’re wearing my shirt again.”
“Oh, stop it.”
I pressed against her. She was w
arm, but I couldn’t tell anything else. No bump. No swell. No indication anywhere that she had a little baby inside of her.
I thought we were being careful? Apparently, I was a damn miracle machine. My first injury, a baby even with contraception, and now an aneurysm? I used up my nine lives and created more.
Still, I hated myself for not knowing she was pregnant. I should have hauled ass to get her ice-cream, not pissed around with my own impatience while waiting for her to come to her senses and fucking love me.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You never say that.”
“I probably should say it more. Maybe it might have helped.”
Shay swallowed. “I didn’t tell you.”
I didn’t want to take my hand away. How the hell did something so small affect me so much? “Why?”
“I was just…scared.”
“Of what?” I drew my gaze to hers. Those almond eyes were pure elegance.
“Of losing you. Raising a baby alone. That you’d deploy and we’d never see you again.” She rubbed my hand, pressing me harder against her belly. “I was afraid of telling you because I didn’t understand how I felt.”
“Do you understand it now?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know if it was the brain surgery, pain meds, or the lingering effects of the anesthesia, but Shay went quiet.
“You didn’t tell me you weren’t permitted to re-enlist,” she whispered.
“You didn’t tell me you were pregnant.”
“Yeah, but I already told you why I was afraid.”
“I wasn’t afraid.” The drugs made it hard to lie. “I didn’t want you to think less of me. I didn’t want me to think less of me. I spent my entire life training to serve in the military. Suddenly I couldn’t do it. I didn’t know what to do. What I had left.” She sat too far away from me, but I couldn’t pull her any closer. “Now I know exactly what I have.”
Shay stilled. “What’s that?”
“You. If you let me in.” I managed a grin. “If you let me stay.”
“That’s what you want?”
“Shay, I’m so goddamned in love with you, if I weren’t tethered to this fucking bed, I’d get on my knee and chase you around until you promised to stay with me forever.”
“Forever is a long time.”
“Forever will never be enough time with you.”
“Zach—”
“I don’t know how to prove my love to you,” I said. “I wouldn’t even know how to begin. But you have to know that you are the reason I’m staying. Not because some doctor rejected me or my head scrambled. I love you, Shay. I want a life with you.”
Her eyes welled with tears—terrified but overjoyed. She couldn’t help but touch her belly. I had a feeling we’d be doing a lot of that.
If she let me.
Christ, I hope she’d let me.
“Say it,” I said. “Don’t fight me anymore. Forget our parents’ marriage. Forget the money. Forget the house. Just look at me.”
Shay shook her head. “I can’t forget those things, Zach. They’re what led me to you.”
“Will they keep you from me?”
Her smile warmed me. “No. Not anymore.”
“You’re sure?”
“More certain than I’ve ever been.”
I nestled into my pillows. Shay wasn’t the only one who avoided commitment. I never heard anyone say it to me. I wondered if it’d be just as sweet as I imagined.
“Zach, I’m in love with you.”
Nope. I was wrong. It was far sweeter. Beautiful. Perfect.
Nothing better in the world, and I was attached to a line of morphine.
She leaned in again for a simple kiss, but there was nothing simple about it, not after speaking those words. Not after nearly dying in her arms. Not after learning our passion created the life tucked secret within her belly.
I thought my life fell apart without my job. Instead, I was given a chance for a happiness I didn’t know if I fucking deserved, but I sure as hell wasn’t blowing.
I brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her again.
“You and me,” I whispered. “We’re gonna start a family. We’re going to love each other. And we’re going to be good to each other. That’s the way it’ll happen.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. The instant I get out of this bed, I’m proving it to you.”
She smiled. “You just had surgery. You need to rest. Really rest.”
“I’ll have plenty of time while I’m taking care of you and the baby.”
“I’m supposed to be the one reassuring you.”
“Me?” I shrugged. It hurt. I reminded myself not to do that again. “I’m still in one piece. Much better than my last stay in the hospital. This recovery will be easy.”
“Why?”
“Because I have you.” I pulled her close again. “I love you.”
Finally the walls came down. No hesitations. No excuses. Just me and her and absolute honesty.
“I love you too.”
I smoothed the comforter around us as Zach crashed, the instructions for a tricky mobile still clutched in his hand. The little woodland creatures that belonged over the crib scattered across the room. Defeat never looked so cute.
He tossed an arm over his eyes. “I’ll finish it in the morning. Or I’ll pay someone to do it for me. That fucking mobile is harder to crack than the crib.”
I snuggled against him. “I think it’s great you’re trying to build it all.”
“I can strip and assemble a rifle in a minute. Can’t figure out baby equipment.”
“You love it.”
He couldn’t hide the dimples. “So do you.”
I bit my lip. The folded envelope rested on the nightstand. Inside, a card from my doctor with the results of the day’s sonogram. I managed to ignore it all day, but I cuddled next to Zach, and the baby heard his voice. The little butterfly flutter punted me from the inside. I stared at the sealed card.
“Are you sure you don’t want to know if it’s a girl or boy?” I asked.
“Thought we wanted it to be a surprise?”
I thought a lot of things over the past few months. I thought of how lucky it was that Zach rested beside me. How amazing it felt to have him there for late night ice-cream and soft pretzel runs. How awesome it was that I found a charity that shared my goals.
I was blessed with both a baby and Zach. Our family grew every day, healthy and together.
But sweet Mary and Joseph I wanted to know who the little trooper was kicking in my belly. I couldn’t wait three whole months.
I reached over Zach. He stole my arm and kissed it before I swiped the envelope.
“Nope,” he said. “You ordered me to stop you.”
“I also told you to leave the estate and get out of my life forever.”
He grinned, motioning as if to get out of bed. “A promise is a promise.”
“No!” I giggled, pulling him to me. “Don’t you dare. A girl can change her mind.”
And thank goodness I did.
Zach gave me a scolding glance before he kissed me.
“You wanted.” His lips moved from mine to the delicate angle of my chin. “To keep it.” I bent my head back as he gently sucked at my throat. “A surprise.”
Oh, the things he did to me…most notably the bump in my belly. The baby was nowhere near done cooking, but the swelling excited both of us. Zach’s hand rubbed over my tummy, but his lips and teeth nipped at my teddy for another reason entirely.
I grinned as he tugged the lace away, kissing my dark, satin skin with an unrivaled devotion. I settled into the pillows as he rose over me. After a long day of doctor’s visits and charity work, stopping at the gym to check on the underprivileged, teenaged military hopefuls Zach trained, and then unsuccessfully constructing more equipment than a baby could ever use, I was ready for a little R&R.
Besides, my body became so sensitive since ente
ring the second trimester. I practically trembled so near Zach. My nipples darkened, hardened, and teased. My curves softened, my belly swelled, and the crest between my legs wetted for any attention from my husband-to-be.
Zach knew what I wanted. He drew a nipple into his mouth. He suckled hard just to watch the goose bumps tickle over my skin. Every quick dip of his tongue zipped a spark of pure electricity through me. It clenched me from the inside out. I arched, but my belly knocked into his chin. He grinned.
“Liking that?” he asked.
“Don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing. I’m savoring.”
I tapped my belly. “Savoring is what got me into this predicament in the first place.”
“I should have done it sooner.”
I laughed as he kissed a path over my tummy. He whispered a gentle word to the baby before edging down lower and lower. I squirmed into the mattress, ready to explode before he even touched me.
Nothing was better than this.
I ran my fingers through his hair, stilling over the few places where the scars of his surgeries still showed through. Zach didn’t like dwelling on the injuries. He quickly distracted me with a single lick to my aching, slickening slit.
I couldn’t move as quickly anymore, but he liked that. Easier for me to stay in one place for him to torment and delight. I groaned as his tongue danced over my most delicate areas, growing more and more sensitive as the days progressed. Every flick and kiss dazzled me with promised pleasure.
I hoped it would always be like this. Us. Together. In love. Enjoying each other’s bodies, relying on each other’s strength, eagerly waiting the start of our family.
It was perfect. Heaven. A fairy tale.
And it was mine.
Every single one of Zach’s kisses, and every time he drew me to that perfect peak.
We were together—kissing, embracing, delivering the other as much pleasure as we could handle.
“More…”
I whimpered against Zach’s mouth. I didn’t want his tongue. I needed him. I craved a closeness only he could sate, and Zach never denied me—not while I carried his child and not while he promised how we belonged to the other.
He sealed his lips over my clit, chuckling as my body wetted for more of his skilled touch. He moved away, and I murmured a quick protest.