Page 18 of Resolution
Crap. My filter’s been misplaced again.
“Samantha, you are a sight for sore eyes. I’ve missed you like crazy since you left.” The longing in Enzo’s eyes is undeniable.
“Me, too. I thought you were going radio silent for a bit. Everything okay?” I knew they were expected to be traveling for most of today and into tomorrow.Wonder what happened?
“Well, the men who are supposed to go out on this mission just got called out on something else. While they are prepping for the new orders, I’m here twiddling my thumbs.”
I know better than to ask wherehereis. He told me he can’t tell me any specifics, so as much as I’m dying to know, I refrain from asking. “I’m so glad to get to talk to you now,” I sigh as I touch the side of his face on the screen.
“I’ll text you something for Frankie in a bit. Her message was so sweet this morning. I’ve never wanted to get stateside more than I do right at this moment. Speaking of stateside, I used some of my downtime and talked to my sister about using her friend as a wedding coordinator. Erin says Melanie Hill’s amazing. When I spoke to her, she said it was perfect timing since she just had a cancellation, and it’ll work out perfectly for our timeframe.”
Holy crap, this man’s amazing. “You already spoke with her?” I ask in disbelief.
“If you don’t like her, we can go with someone else,” Enzo assures me. The look on his face is actually a bit hesitant for once.
“No, I’m sure it will be fine. I’m just surprised you’ve moved so quickly into the planning.”
“Samantha…” Enzo chides. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I have no need to wait any longer. Besides, with the babies coming and the fact you also have kids, I want to do this right. I want to be married to the woman I love before I live with her officially.”
“Enzo…” I start, but he interrupts, with a gorgeous smile on his face.
“Samantha, I’m a selfish bastard. I want to be with you every chance I can get. There’s no way I’m waiting to be with you when I’m finally in close enough proximity to touch you every day.” Enzo’s eyes are almost emerald green as they darken with obvious desire.
I can’t help but shake my head and laugh. “You are too much, Enzo Dean Harper. But I love you all the same.”
We spend the next few minutes talking over the plans. Melanie will contact me later today or tomorrow to discuss my thoughts and feelings about the wedding and reception. Enzo assures me that it won’t be a problem financially when I offer to help pay. He claims he’s had years of overseas missions, and nothing to spend it on.
Right before we get off the video chat, Enzo asks me to show him my belly, which still feels a bit weird. But the man’s thousands of miles away serving our country, the least I can do is feel awkward for a few minutes. He asks me to place my phone next to my belly. Thankfully, he can’t see when I tear up as I hear him say, “Hey, babies, I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to see you. I love you so much. Be good to your ma and I’ll be home before you know it.”
There’s a moment of silence, so I pull the phone up and look him in the eyes. I know he can see the tears, even though I’ve done my best to wipe them away as he spoke. “Beautiful?” Enzo’s voice nearly breaks, “Are you okay?”
“Just pregnancy hormones.” I try to laugh it off. “I miss you and that was the sweetest thing ever. I love you so much.”
“I love you, more,” he says into the phone. He kisses his fingertips and places them on the screen. I can’t help but do the same. “I’ve gotta get going, Sam. Are you sure you’re okay?” His face is filled with compassion and concern. I couldn’t love him more at this moment if I tried.
“Absolutely. Hurry home, I love you.” I whisper, though he’s able to hear.
“I’ll call when I can. I’ll also send a text to Frankie. Tell everyone I miss them, too. Love you, beautiful. Take care of our family for me.” His deep, sexy tone completely does me in.
“Will do,” I manage to say, then he ends the call.
I sit at my desk as the tears freely flow. I absolutely loved talking with him, but it makes me miss him even more. I’m so thankful for everything I have and can’t wait to start my life with him. I sit at my desk in awe.
Of course, this is how Brenda, our receptionist, finds me when she knocks on the door. I’m staring out into space with tears running down my cheeks. She gasps in surprise when she finds me in such distress.
“Oh my God, Sam, are you okay?” She rushes over to a box of tissues I have on my conference table and swoops the entire box up to hand them to me.
“Yeah.” I take the tissue and blot at my eyes. “I’m fine.”
Brenda raises an eyebrow and eyes me speculatively. “You don’t look fine. If you were fine, you wouldn’t be crying. This isn’t like you. What’s going on?”
She’s right. I hardly ever cry. “Well, this is the new hormonal me,” I suggest as an explanation.
“Hormonal you?” Confusion is clear on her face. “Are you on your period or something?” she suggests as an explanation.
“No,” I mutter. “This is apparently, the new pregnant me.” I blow my nose and look her in the eyes as I await her response.
Like Lexi, Brenda doesn’t disappoint. Her jaw drops and her eyes round to look like saucers. “Excuse me?” she asks as if she couldn’t have possibly heard me right. After all, I’m an old lady who already has plenty of kids. Why would she think I’m pregnant?
