Page 46 of Married to a SEAL

“I just can’t believe you’re really here. Alive. Okay. The kids and I are already packed to drive up to see you tomorrow.”

Patrick cupped her cheek in one hand and ducked down and kissed her again, his lips softly brushing over hers. It had been so long since they’d been together, her heart actually ached. She’d come so close to losing him.

Never seeing him again.

Never feeling his touch or looking into his eyes.

To have him here in front of here was almost too much. She felt like she might actually explode from happiness.

“I did have something else in mind that we could do one weekend,” he said, his voice husky.

“What’s that? You probably can’t do much of anything at this point., and that’s fine. Just relaxing and being together is all we need.”

Patrick smiled, his blue eyes heating as he gazed down at her. “It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. That I should’ve done a long time ago.” His hand slid into the pocket of his cargo pants, and her heart caught in her throat as he slowly produced a black velvet box. He flashed her a knowing look before he eased himself down on one knee.

Rebecca gasped, her hands flying up to her face. “Patrick!” Tears smarted in her eyes, and her heart began pounding in her chest.

“Rebecca,” he said, taking her hand once again. His cool blue gaze met hers, but at the moment, it was filled with nothing but love. “I couldn’t wait a second longer,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I bought this ring long before my recent deployment, long before we found out that we were having a baby. I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to ask you, but hell—no moment is more perfect than now. Nothing is more perfect than seeing you for the first time after I thought I never would again. I’ve loved you since the moment we first met, and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. You’d make me the happiest man in the world if you’d be my wife. Rebecca, sweetheart, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, fresh tears rolling down her face as she began to tremble. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

“You’re shaking,” he said, sliding the diamond solitaire onto her ring finger. She looked at it in amazement, admiring the single diamond sparkling in the light. At one point she’d never imagined finding someone again—marrying someone again. And Patrick was everything she’d ever wanted.

“I’m just so happy,” she said as he rose to his feet. “I thought I’d never see you again—that I’d lost you. And now you’re here right in front of me—”

Patrick ducked his head and kissed her softly. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I told you I’d always come back to you. And I want more than anything to marry you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, smiling up at him.

“I love you, too.” His fingertips grazed her cheek as he wiped away a stray tear. “I know neither of us want a big wedding. What do you think about getting married on the beach next weekend?”

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