Page 9 of Married to a SEAL

“No, we never talked about it. It didn’t seem like the right time for us to try and have a baby together. Not yet anyway. But if it’s happening now, it’s happening. And I’d be happy as hell for us to have a family together.”

Rebecca swatted at another tear that rolled down her cheek. “I should go buy a pregnancy test. I mean, this could be nothing. I could be getting all worked up about this—maybe we’re not having a baby. And then—”

She shrugged helplessly as another tear fell.

“If you want to have a baby someday, we’ll try for a baby. Of course, we might have to remedy our living situation before that. Driving back and forth to change diapers in the middle of the night seems a bit much. And I kind of like the idea of you in my home—in my bed every night.”

“Yeah, of course,” she said with a laugh. “Of course we’d live together if we were having a baby. We just don’t even need to worry about that yet. Not until we know for sure. I’ll shower and head to the store. We can figure out what’s what after that.”

“I gotta tell you though, I wouldn’t mind moving in together either way,” Patrick said, his eyes heating. “Knowing that I’d be coming home to you every night sounds pretty fucking fantastic.”

“You really want us to live together?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. We’ve been dating for a year now. I know neither of us wanted to rush things with the kids, with my career as a SEAL, but maybe it’s time for something more permanent.”

Rebecca smiled. “Yeah. Maybe. I just—I’m so overwhelmed at the moment.”

“So, will you move in with me? Even if this turns out to be a false alarm? I’d still want you and Abby there whether we have a baby together someday or now or never. And if this turns out to be someday? Then you’ll have made me a happy man.”

“If this turns out to be,” she murmured nervously. “Wow. It’s hard to even imagine. But yes,” she said. “Yes. Let’s move in together. It’s time to take the next step.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I’d love being together every single night. Having all of us under the same roof like a real family.

Patrick leaned forward and kissed her, his large hand cupping the back of her neck. “You’re not feeling nauseous anymore, are you?”

“Oh God,” she said, holding her hand to her mouth. “I just threw up.”

Patrick laughed. “And you immediately ran back here for some mouthwash. You’re fine. Go. Shower, get dressed, whatever you need. Take your time. I’ll go check on Abby and Logan.”

Fifteen minutes later she was toweling off, and she did a double-take as she walked into the bedroom wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, seeing a bag from the drugstore sitting on her bed. She peeked inside and spotted the tell-tale pink box, and her heart immediately began to race.

Funny how something as small as a box of pregnancy tests could potentially change her entire life. Their entire life.

In just a few minutes she’d have her answer, and it could change their entire future.

Patrick wouldn’t have left the kids alone to go to the store while she was in the shower though, so how on Earth had he gotten that so quickly? A moment later, he poked his head in the bedroom door, his cool blue gaze meeting hers. “Ali and Evan stopped by,” he said, his voice deep.

“You called them?”

“Texted. I figured you wouldn’t mind,” he said with a wry smile. “I was kind of anxious to find out the answer.”

“Me too. And no, of course I don’t mind. Alison would have been the first person I told after you. She must have been shocked as hell though.”

“That’s an understatement. They just dropped it off and left, but she did make me promise that you’d call her as soon as you knew anything.”

“All right,” she said, blowing out a breath. She picked up the bag, clutching it in a firm grip. “It’s probably too soon to tell anyway. I mean they make all these early result tests to get women to buy them, but I think they’re most accurate after at least a week. So we might not really know anything yet.”

“Sweetheart—”

“I know, I’m just nervous. I’ll just—” she cocked her head toward the bathroom.

His lips quirked up in a smile.

“Right. I’ll wait in here,” he said, crossing the room toward her. His large hands rested on her bare shoulders and she felt her body instantly begin to relax. “I guess this is probably a bad time to tell you how sexy you look right now?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

Rebecca burst into laughter. “I’m wearing a bath towel.”

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