Page 68 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“What would you like me to say?”
“That you love me and are so glad we’re married. That you and I will be happy forever and ever. That you will never look at another woman as long as you live, and that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
“That’s quite a long list for a man who’s yet to catch his breath to say, baby. And can I safely assume you mean all those things too?”
“Of course you can. I love you more than it’s normal to, I think.”
“Cool, me too.” I pulled her down and kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you, you love me, and we’re a happy family.”
She popped me in the arm, and I acted as if it really hurt. “You goof!”
We wrestled around a bit. I’d let her get me down, then I’d roll over and pin her. “You’ve become feisty with my absence.”
“I had a lot of pent-up frustrations to deal with. You had me used to fantastic love making, then you left me hanging. It was a little on the aggravating side. I thought about how I’d let you have it when I got you back. Show you who’s boss, you know?” She laughed as I tossed her over my shoulder and took her to the bathroom.
“I’ll show you who’s boss. I think you need a romp in the rain.”
I turned on the giant shower head that poured down on us as if a rain storm had suddenly erupted right there in our hotel room. But as I put her down, I lost sight of her in the thick stream of water. Anxiety hit me square in the chest. I stumbled backward.
“Troy? What’s wrong?” she shouted as she reached out to grab my hands.
“That night. When they captured us! Oh, I need to sit down. I just need to sit down.”
She helped ease me to the tiled shower floor, then turned off the water. “Tell me about it, Troy. Tell me what happened.”
“It was raining, coming down in sheets. We couldn’t see a thing. Just like that shower. One by one, they took us, separating us from each other. I felt the sharp jab of a knife at the back of my skull, another was pressed against my ribcage. They didn’t say a damn thing. They didn’t need to. I wasn’t going to fight; I wasn’t going to take a stab wound that might kill me.”
“Of course you didn’t want to take a stab wound, Troy. That’s natural.”
“No, it’s not for me. I had always been prepared to take pain in order to get away from the enemy. But I wasn’t thinking in terms of pain. I was thinking in terms of death. I had to stay alive. Fighting might possibly get me killed. I couldn’t fight. I went with them because I had you to get back to. You and our family were why I didn’t fight.”
“God,” she mumbled. “I’m so sorry.”
I took her hand and held it. “No showers. At least not for a while. And let’s leave some kind of a light on, okay? I don’t want to wake up and have it be dark. Will that be all right?”
“Anything you need, Troy, I will do.” She cradled my head in her arms. “I’m here for you, baby. I will always be here for you. You can be weak with me, and I’ll be the strength you need to get past this. I got you.”
My little frail porcelain doll had me. And God knew I needed her. Somehow, I’d taken that girl and made her into a person I would end up needing. I was her rock, and she’d be mine. Both of us had strength and weaknesses. And we’d be there for each other.
Forever!
Blyss
“Hey, wake up,” I said as I shook Troy. I was one week away from my due date, but I was feeling some odd sensations.
He rolled over and rubbed his eyes. “I’m up. What ya got?”
“I think we should go to the hospital. I feel weird.” I pulled my body up so I could sit up in the bed better and felt a gush of water as I did it. “Oh, shit!”
“What the hell?” Troy hopped out of bed, tossing the blanket back. “Your water broke. Okay, okay, I’ve got this.”
One hell of a bad pain wrapped around me and gave me a phenomenal squeeze. “Ow! Shit! Fuck! Troy, it hurts!”
Wearing only his underwear, he rushed to change. “You stay put. I’ll grab your bag, call your doctor, and get you to the hospital.”
Another gush came out of me and I felt tremendous pressure as another pain hit me. “Troy, I think the baby’s coming. I don’t think we’re going to make it to the hospital.”
“NO! No, you hold on. Breathe. You know what to do.” He pulled on one pant leg, then almost fell over as I screamed again. “No, no! No screaming, Blyss. Breathing, not screaming. You can do this.”
