Page 11 of Married to a SEAL

Patrick nodded, his jaw clenched. “We’ll figure it out. I mean, hell, we have nine months, right?”

Rebecca let out a small laugh. “Well, I guess we have plenty of time. I mean, that’s the upside of finding out right away, right? Thanks to my crazy early morning sickness. Speaking of which, I think I’ll go eat some plain toast or something. Settle my stomach a little.”

“Tea and toast coming right up,” Patrick said with a grin.

“I can go back into the kitchen. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to wait on me hand and foot when I’m further along and am waddling around.”

Patrick chuckled. “That’s what the kids are for, right?”

She took his hand and felt his thick fingers slide between hers and the corded muscles of his forearm as it brushed against her own. Patrick guided her back toward the bedroom door, and a feeling of warmth washed over her. Patrick was always so confident and assured, this hadn’t even fazed him in the slightest.

Funny how just a day ago, she hadn’t been in a rush for anything to change, and now everything was changing, but in the best of ways.

What a way to start the weekend.

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