Page 18 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 6

Patrick flashed his ID and pulled onto Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek at 0600 Monday morning, easily maneuvering his large black SUV into an empty parking spot. He ground his jaw as he grabbed his gear from the back, wondering what the latest from the CO was.

The barbeque at his place had been a good time last night, but he hadn’t liked that Rebecca and Abby had driven away when it was over. So far they’d kept their sleepovers to the weekends, but now?

With her pregnant with his baby?

He wanted her in his bed every damn night.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he glanced down at the screen to see a text from Rebecca.

Just woke up. I was sick again this morning.

Which made three mornings in a row, he thought with a frown. He quickly thumbed a response.

Sorry, sweetheart. Hope you feel better before court.

Me too.

Hell. He was a man used to fixing things. Solving problems. Facing danger head on. It fucking killed him that she was waking up sick in the mornings, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She’d said her morning sickness hadn’t started this early with Abby, but what the hell did he know about things like that?

He imagined he’d only worry more as her pregnancy went on.

His gaze swept over to Brent “Cobra” Rollins revving the engine on his motorcycle a few spaces down. Until recently, Brent had been the last single guy on their team. That had changed in a flash though with him rushing down to Florida to help Ella, a college student he’d met a couple of months ago. Brent had always been the biggest player on their team—a new woman every night. Patrick sure the hell never had expected to see him smitten with a woman.

Wonders never ceased.

“Ice,” Brent said in greeting, stashing his helmet and grabbing his gear for the day.

Patrick shook his head in disbelief. “I’m still in shock you brought Ella to the barbeque last night,” he said with a grin. “Glad you did though. She’s good for you.”

“There was no damn way I was leaving her down in Florida,” Brent said. “Not in that shithole of a cocktail lounge where she was working.”

“Understood,” Patrick said. “It sounded like a bad situation all around.”

“Understatement of the year. And hell. I sure as shit didn’t expect you to tell me last night that you and Rebecca were having a baby,” Brent said.

Patrick chuffed out a laugh. “Wasn’t exactly expecting it either. We haven’t announced it to everyone yet—we just found out over the weekend.”

“Shit. Well congrats, man, if I didn’t say it last night. Rebecca’s a good woman.”

“The best,” Patrick agreed as they fell in step beside one another walking toward the door. “The CO told me we might be headed out on an op soon.”

“No surprise. The world keeps turning, and we keep deploying all over it.”

Patrick smirked. “When did you get so philosophical?”

“The hell if I know. Must be an off morning or something.”

“I’m guessing it has more to do with Ella. Can’t say I ever saw it happening with you,” he said with a grin. “A relationship. But hell. Now every last man on the team is spoken for. Guess it’s Delta’s turn to chase after the women of Virginia Beach,” he said, referring to the other SEAL team on base.

Brent guffawed. “Yeah, let those guys have fun for a change. I heard they’re back in town this week, too. I wonder what’s up.”

Patrick frowned as he pulled open the door. “I’m guessing we’ll find out soon. The CO said we’re starting with a briefing this a.m. instead of PT.”

“It’s too fucking early for me,” Brent said.

“Hell, you’re in the Navy. What do you expect?”

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