Page 20 of Married to a SEAL

“Well, if I have to go alone, I have to go alone. It’s not the end of the world. I mean, if I went in this week, they’d just have me pee in a cup. It’s too soon for ultrasounds or to see anything. Besides, there’ll be tons and tons of doctor appointments, and as long as you’re there at the birth….”

“God, that would be hell to be deployed then. We’ll figure something out as it gets closer. I’m not missing the birth of my child.”

Rebecca let out a sigh. Soldiers and sailors deployed all the time. The military couldn’t plan around each and every birth. Goodness, hadn’t Alison just joked the other night that it was a good thing she worked in the ER in case Evan was deployed when their baby arrived? At least Rebecca had been through it all before. It was scary enough giving birth the first time around even with your husband or significant at your side. But going through it alone for the first time? The thought was downright terrifying.

“Did you see the news today?” she asked. “An American woman was kidnapped in Afghanistan. I was listening to updates on the radio on my way home—I can’t imagine how terrifying that must be.”

“It’s an unfortunate situation,” Patrick said, his voice calm.

A beat passed, and Rebecca pressed her lips together.

Right.

Of course he couldn’t say anything. Because if a woman was in fact kidnapped, who’d be rushing in to save her? The U.S. military, and there was a definite possibility that Patrick’s SEAL team could be involved. She didn’t like that he was always deploying to dangerous places, putting his own life in danger, but she was proud of what he did. And he would never be the type of man to sit around at a desk all day, pushing paperwork, watching the action from afar.

He needed to be in the midst of it. Rushing in to beat the bad guys and jumping out of airplanes. It many ways, the two of them couldn’t be more different. Their lives, their careers, everything. Yet, somehow, it worked for them.

“I need to get Abby dinner,” she said, changing the subject. “Are you home already?”

“Leaving base. I just wanted to check on you since I didn’t get a chance earlier.”

“I love you,” Rebecca said quietly. “Let’s talk later tonight.”

“I wish I could be there again tonight. It was rough as hell having you and Abby leave last night after dinner was over.”

“I know, it’s just easier on a work night to stay here at my own house. I have to get Abby off to summer camp in the morning, and she moves much faster at home.”

“Want me to call up a moving truck?” Patrick quipped.

“I think I’d need to pack first,” Rebecca said with a laugh. “Plus, I need to rent out the house—or sell it. I can contact a realtor this week to start getting some ideas about what’s the best option right now. Renting is a pain, but if it would be better to hold off on selling, I’ll do it.”

“I’ll ask around,” Patrick said. “There’s always people coming and going on base—moving in and out of the area. I’ll see if I can get any recommendations so we can speed things up a bit.”

“In a big hurry, are you?” Rebecca teased.

“Hell yeah. That’s an affirmative, ma’am.”

She laughed and then said goodbye so he could get home to Logan and she could get dinner started for Abby. Life would definitely be easier when they were all under one roof.

She blew out a breath, her wispy bangs ruffling in the air. There were so many changes going on at the moment, she wasn’t sure she could handle anything else.

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