“Finally some emotion. I’ll see you soon. I’ve got work to do around here.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Yup. Go take care of Aarabelle. I’ve got the other shit.” Liam kisses my cheek and then the top of Aara’s head and leaves.
I stand here knowing I’m not going to get rid of him. He’s noble, honest, and when Liam made a vow to Aaron, he meant it. He will be here for me in whatever way I need.
Liam Dempsey is going to be my demise.
“Hello?” I hear my best friend, Reanell, call out from the kitchen.
“In here, Rea.”
“There you are. I brought over a few meals the wives made this week. I put them in the freezer.” Her generous heart causes a warm glow to flow through me. She’s been my rock these last few months. Stopping over, bringing food, watching Aarabelle so I can nap.
“Thanks, but I’m doing good. I promise.”
This used to be me. I was the one who headed the relief groups. Made sure that the wives of fallen SEALs had food, help, and friends. Funny how life works—now I’m the wife I used to pity.
“Never said you weren’t. Now gimme that baby,” she says with her hands extended as she takes Aara from me. “Hello, princess,” Reanell coos and snuggles Aarabelle. She’s impossible not to love. “So?” she questions me.
“So?”
“Who was the guy outside messing with Aaron’s car?”
My eyes widen and I rush over to the window. “What?” I ask, pulling back the blinds. “Who the hell would be messing with the car? There’s no one there. Why didn’t you call the cops?” I look down the driveway, but I don’t see anyone.
“He smiled and waved at me, so I didn’t think much of it. Plus, he had the telltale signs, so I assumed maybe you were finally accepting some help,” she remarks.
“What signs?”
She sighs and lifts Aara up and down, “G-shock watch, tribal tats, and the whole I’m-so-amazing-just-ask-me vibe. Typical SEAL.”
“I’m going to check it out. Can you watch her?”
“Stupid question.”
I open the door and stop short.
“Hey,” Liam is standing there covered in grease.
“Hey, yourself.” I clutch my chest and try to slow my racing heart.
He wipes his hand on the rag he’s holding. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked earlier but you didn’t answer.”
“I must’ve been with Aara. What are you doing?” I question.
Looking down at his clothes then back up, he raises his brow. “I’ve got his car running again.”
“I see that. I mean, why are you working on his car?”
“I’m helping.”
Letting out a deep breath, I count backwards from ten. I can do this. I need to sell his things and start putting my life in order. “Okay, I thought maybe I’d have a few days, but . . .”
“My leave is up in four weeks, I figured I’d get started right away.”
Makes sense, but there’s no part of me that’s ready for this. In my head I know this is the right thing to do, get it over with. Start to move on, but it makes my new reality so final. But death is final, so why am I trying to fight it all?
“You’re right. It’s fine.”
Liam takes a step closer and the look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. “One day that word is going to leave your vocabulary and you’re going to realize lying to me is pointless.”
Now I know why he’s so damn good at his job.
“Yeah, okay.” Trying to brush him off, I smile and tuck my hair behind my ear. He turns without another word and heads back to the driveway.
“Well, that was intense.” I jump at the sound of Reanell behind me. I forgot she was here and always lurking.
I turn and see her with Aarabelle asleep in her arms. “He was Aaron’s friend. He’s stationed with SEAL Team Four and is helping around the house—apparently.”
“He can help me when he’s done here,” she says as she looks out the window.
“I doubt your husband would approve,” I chide and flop on the couch.
She laughs and sits in the rocking chair. “Mason isn’t the jealous type,” she jokes. Her husband is the commander of Team Four. Reanell might joke, but she would never do anything. However, she loves to irritate him and rile him up. “What team did you say he was with?”
I pull my legs up and giggle, “Four.”
“Fuck.”
“Dumbass,” I reply laughing. Huh. I laughed again.
“Well, well. It seems someone is helping in more ways than one,” Reanell marvels and then looks away.
“Why?”
“Because you’re laughing.”
“I laughed before,” I retort.
“No, you fake laughed. This is the first laugh that didn’t look like it physically hurt you. Sure, you’ve put on a great show. But I think this Liam guy is a miracle worker,” she murmurs and walks out the room.
Maybe he is. Or maybe he’s the first person to not put up with my shit.
“Do you have any questions, Mrs. Gilcher?” Mr. Popa asks. He’s the liaison sent by our insurance company who plans to guide me through the paperwork.
“I’m not sure,” I mumble. In all honesty, I haven’t heard a word that he’s said.
“If she has any questions is there a number where she can reach you?” Liam asks from beside me.
He’s been here almost every day, making sure I go through one more thing on my list. Hell, he even made the list. I don’t look at it though. I get up and make sure everyone is fed. I can’t worry about all this other crap because it doesn’t matter. Well, I guess this part does. I’m not working yet and have no income coming in. I need to take care of everything, but I keep worrying about functioning. Then Liam comes in and makes me handle it all.
“Sure, here’s my card. Mrs. Gilcher, once we get the forms signed, the sooner we can get the money moved over. It’s imperative we get this process started. A lot of time has already lapsed.” He hands me the card.
“Thank you, Mr. Popa. We’ll be in touch.” Liam shakes his hand and walks him to the door.
I feel him sit beside me and he pulls me against him. I take the comfort he offers and lean into him. “This will get easier, right?” I ask.
Of course no one knows. Even the wives who lost their husbands tell me it does and yet it doesn’t. Amy lost her husband last year in a firefight and she said every day she wonders how she gets up and breathes. Jillian said the only way she finally felt human again was when she got rid of almost anything Parker touched, but I can’t do that. Making it like he never existed wouldn’t make my pain go away. But handling all the death paperwork and dealing with putting him to rest . . . this is what hurts.
“I’m not sure,” Liam replies honestly. Thank God for that. He never lies to me or tells me what I want to hear. He gives it to me straight and yet is never hurtful. These last two weeks I’ve come to rely on him more than I ever thought possible. His friendship means the world to me.
“Yeah, me either.”
“Why don’t we get Aarabelle and go do something?” he suggests.
I gaze into his blue eyes and see the excitement. He’s been here every day for the last two weeks and has done nothing but care for me in some form or another. Here is this single, very good-looking man who has put his life on hold for his best friend’s widow.
“You don’t have to babysit me. I’ll be fine.”
His mouth falls slightly slack. “Am I bothering you?”
“No!” I exclaim. “You’re a single guy. You don’t need to be spending your time with me.”
“Shut up. You’re loads of fun. I mean, where else could I get to meet a woman who’s not trying to get in my pants?”
I burst out giggling. “Happens often, huh?”
Liam tilts in conspiratorially, “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been known to break a few hearts . . . and beds.”
“Breaking beds be
cause you’re a fat ass doesn’t count.”
His face falls and he looks genuinely affronted. Next thing I know, he tears his shirt off and every ridge and ripple in his skin is on display. I’ve known him for years, seen him in a bathing suit more times than I can count, but there’s something different in this moment, but I’ll never let him know.
“Fat? Show me!” he challenges me.
I stand and poke his side. “What, you don’t giggle like the doughboy when I poke you?”
Liam laughs, “I don’t think you should joke about poking, Lee.” He smiles and grabs his shirt.
“Why do you make everything dirty?”
“Because I’m a guy,” Liam says like it should be obvious. “I’m going to go for a run and a couple hundred push-ups since you think I’m fat.”
“Ohhh, don’t cry . . . it happens to everyone when they hit that age,” I joke and it feels foreign. I’ve forgotten this part of myself. I find myself laughing more and more, reminding me of the person I used to be.
Liam turns and eyes me cautiously. “Let’s pretend you didn’t call me old and fat in the same minute.”
“Pretend away . . .” I trail off and saunter into the kitchen. Before I reach the door, I glance over my shoulder to see his reaction. He stands there stunned with his mouth agape. I grin and proceed forward, leaving him there.
“I’ll show you fat,” I hear him say under his breath as the door swings closed.
I stare at the countertops across the kitchen. The trace of a smile lingers on my lips when a part of me starts to hurt. The part that thinks it’s too early to feel okay again. Shouldn’t I hurt and be sad? It’s only been six months. Then there’s the other side of me that says It’s been six months already . . . live. Aaron wouldn’t want me to be alone. He wouldn’t want me to be sad all the time.
“You got any coffee?” Liam asks as he yawns, walking into the kitchen.
“Do you know who you’re asking?” I say laughing. I get the things out and pour him a cup. “I’m a single mom. Coffee is my drug of choice.”
“Thanks.” He lifts the cup and practically chugs it. “I’m gonna head out and work on the car again. There are still a few things I need to fix before it’ll sell.”
Liam inclines back, not breaking his gaze. I look at him, really take a second to look. His eyes always have a gleam to them . . . a little sexy and a little mischief brew behind them. The three-day-old beard he always wears makes him appear rugged and tough. Of course his body screams danger, but he’s not overly in your face about it. He knows he’s sexy, but he’s relaxed.
“Okay, I’m gonna take a walk down to the beach while she’s still asleep.” I walk over and place my hand on his shoulder and grab the baby monitor. “Thank you, Liam. I appreciate everything.”
His hand covers mine. “Anything you need, I’m here.” He pats my hand and I walk away with a soft smile, thinking about how it feels having him around.
I put away the coffee mug sitting on the counter. Opening the cabinet, I see Aaron’s favorite cup. The one I gave him on our last anniversary, it says: No one loves you like me. The past hits me full force.
“Aaron, stop!” I giggle as he grabs my waist and throws me down in the sand in front of our house.
“Say ‘uncle’.” He tickles me as I squirm beneath him.
I giggle and try to get out from under him, even though I know it’ll never happen. “If you love me, you’ll stop.”
Immediately his hands leave my sides and he places them beside my head. “No one will ever love you as much as I do.”
My hand glides up his arm and I press it against his cheek. “No woman will ever love you as much as I do.”
“No woman will ever get close.”
“Better not.”
He rolls to the side and pulls me against his chest. I rest here and relax into his embrace. “Do you ever think about what you’d do if I was gone?”
His question startles me. “Sometimes.” It’s been three years of him being in the teams and I’d be lying if I told him I didn’t think about it. He’s deployed almost every six months, and each time, they get harder and harder. I want my husband, but I understand his duty. It’s difficult to love someone and know they might not come home, but the idea of not loving him is unimaginable. I was built for this life—not every woman can be a military wife, but even fewer can handle being a SEAL wife. You have to love deeper, stand stronger, but know that at any moment bonds can break. We fight like everyone else, but Aaron and I want this. We’ve seen so many friends go through infidelity and divorce, but we keep our love on course. He leaves in three days and I’m soaking up as much time with him as I can.
“I’d want you to love again, Lee,” Aaron says as he kisses the top of my head. “Promise me that if something happens to me you’ll find someone else.”
I don’t want to promise. I don’t even want to think of the possibility, so I stay quiet.
Aaron bristles and forces me to sit up. Turning to look at him I see his eyes harden. He’s not going to back down. “Promise me.”
“Nothing’s going to happen, so my promise isn’t needed. Besides would you really want someone else sleeping in our bed? I don’t.”
“I need to know you’ll be loved. I need to know if I’m gone, you’ll have someone to protect you.”
His words both warm me and infuriate me. “I don’t need protection.”
“Natalie,” he says tenderly. “I know you’re strong, babe. I know you don’t need to be protected, but I need this. I need to know you’ll find someone to be there.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.”
He pulls me back across his chest. “I know, but I don’t want to leave without it.”
“Then don’t leave.”
The laugh escapes his chest as we both know it’s funny because it’s not his choice and he surely would never skip out.
“Fine,” I say reluctantly. “I promise.” Hoping it’s the one promise I can break.
A tear falls and the need to leave this house makes it impossible to breathe. I rush out of my chair and head out onto the deck. I wish I could forget it all. He would talk about valor and courage, he would tell me how he always hoped when he died it would be for something. It feels like it was all for nothing.
I start to walk down the beach as the water rushes up and covers my toes. The wind blows and I close my eyes and feel it wash over me. I stand in the wake of the waves and try to feel him.
“Aaron, I miss you,” I whisper into the wind. “I hate that you left me. I wish you could see what each day is like for me. Our daughter is growing so big. I need you. She needs you.” More tears fall upon my cheek as I pray to my husband. “You made me make these promises. Promises I can’t keep.”
“Hey,” a deep, thick voice calls gently from behind me. “Lee . . . you okay?”
I turn and Liam steps closer. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply as I wipe under my eyes.
He walks closer, blocking the sun behind him. “I saw you run out and then you didn’t answer me when I called out to you.”
My guard is down and I’m vulnerable. I know he can see it all. “I’m fi—”
“Don’t say ‘fine.’ You’re not fine. You’re crying and you’ve never been a liar so don’t be one now. Come here,” he says as he steps forward with arms open.
I walk toward him and slam into his chest as his arms wrap around me like a vise. The mix of emotions comes crashing around me and I sob in his arms. “Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he just stay home? I hate this. I’m so alone. I want him home,” I cry out as my fingers grip his shirt and hold on. “I need him so much! I miss him so much it hurts to breathe!” I pull Liam close as I lose it. “God! It’s not fair!”
“No, it’s not,” he says as he rubs his hand up and down my back.
“But he left and now I live every day wishing he didn’t get on that damn plane. He was out! He wasn’t supposed to die!” My legs start to crumble bu
t Liam keeps me up.
“You’re so strong, Lee.” I look up and his eyes say so much. “Don’t downplay how hard this is.”
His words envelope me and I know it’s true. I’m strong, but there are parts of me that aren’t. I never want to know pain like this again. I’ve built a fortress around myself because I have to protect my daughter and myself. I realize where I am, in his arms, crying in the ocean. “I’m a mess. I’m so sorry.”
“Natalie, goddammit, stop saying you’re fucking sorry. Have you cried at all since he died? Have you let yourself grieve at all?”
I step back and he grabs my wrist. My eyes stay downcast as I try to muster any strength I have left. “Yes, I grieved.” I glance at him and draw in a deep cleansing breath. “What good does crying do? He’s dead. He won’t ever come home. I have a daughter, a house, a mortgage, and a shit ton of other things to worry about.” The words rush out uncontrollably. “You get to go on your missions and escape the hell that slaps me in the face every day. I’m alone, Liam. He left and all I have is a folded up flag and a lifetime of heartache. So, yeah, I grieve.”
Liam releases my arms and steps out of the waves. “You think missions are an escape? We all remember the men we’ve lost when we go out there. We look around and know the plane could be one body less. That it actually is a body less. I know the chances and I live for this. I hate that you have a flag on your mantel and would give anything to trade places with him. What the fuck do I leave behind?”
I take a step toward him and close my eyes. I know how they all feel about each other. They trust each other more than a husband and wife. To Aaron, his teammates were whether he lived or died. So many nights we spent talking about how he would take a bullet for any of them. I remember being so angry and yelling about how stupid he was. How he was willing to die for one of them and how that would affect me. He would kiss me and tell me it was the way it was.
“I think Aaron would’ve wanted it this way.”
Liam looks up and our eyes lock. I see the man he is. The man who would’ve taken his place but can’t, so he’s here—for me. Every day, Liam is here. He helps me, makes me laugh and smile. Cares for us.
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