Page 10 of Married to a SEAL

“You are,” he said, pushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear. His eyes lowered to her cleavage peeking out above the towel. “I was sort of imagining you without the towel though. And without the kids in the next room.”

“Umm-hmm. I’ll be right back,” she said, turning and heading toward the bathroom.

Less than a minute later she set the stick on the counter as she waited and absentmindedly pulled on her shorts and camisole. Nervously she ran her hands over her stomach—her flat stomach. It was hard to imagine that Patrick’s baby could already be growing inside her—their baby.

That something so tiny could change their entire lives forever.

God, what would she tell Abby?

She’d be thrilled, of course, but husbands and wives had babies. People who were married. At least that was how she’d always explained it to her young daughter.

She blew out a breath.

No sense in worrying…yet.

This could all be for nothing.

Three minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, clutching the little white stick in her trembling hand. Her heart was beating so wildly she was sure Patrick could hear it from across the room.

“How’d it go?” he asked. He didn’t move, just stood there stoically, waiting. How he could be so calm when she was about to burst, she’d never know.

“There’s two lines,” she said, her face flushed as she held up the test.

“Two lines. So that means…”

“Two pink lines. We’re having a baby,” she confirmed.

“Holy shit.”

She hesitated, and then a moment later he was crossing the room toward her. Lifting her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she snaked her arms around his neck and let out a sob.

“Are you okay?” Patrick asked, running a large hand over her damp hair. “A baby,” he murmured into her ear. “Holy hell.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I’m just—I’m happy. I didn’t even realize I wanted another baby until I thought I might not be pregnant.”

“That makes no sense,” Patrick said, his arms tightening around her.

“I know,” she said, burying her face in his neck and inhaling his clean masculine scent. “I know, I just—I was so scared. The not knowing almost made it worse. But I’m happy for us. I’m happy.”

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. I’m just so shocked and surprised and—I don’t even have the words.”

“Should we tell the kids?” Patrick asked as he set her down. His gaze swept over her body as if it had somehow changed in the last few minutes.

“No, not yet,” Rebecca said firmly. “Let’s at least wait until my first doctor appointment.”

“You want me to go with you?”

“Sure, if you want. I’ll call them first thing Monday morning. I don’t think they see you right away though—probably not until eight weeks. And I didn’t have any complications when I was pregnant with Abby, so there’s probably no need for me to come in any earlier than that.”

Patrick scrubbed a hand over his face, glancing around the room.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking. Planning. Logan and I could move here if you prefer, or you and Abby could move into my place. It’s bigger and closer to base.”

“I don’t even have any baby stuff anymore. I gave it all away after the accident.”

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