Private Bryan

Chapter 1:

I sat on the window sill, staring outside, just waiting for that black chevy Silverado to pull up the driveway. This was the day I was going to tell Bryan I was pregnant with his baby. We had been trying since we moved in together. Now we finally did it.

His truck came out of the tree lined driveway and I couldn't hold in my girly giggle. I jumped out of my spot and ran to the doorway, throwing the front door open and launching myself at Bryan. He dropped his bag on the ground and wrapped his arms around my waist and spun us around.

I kissed him hard, trying to memorize the feel of his lips on mine once again. He kissed me back and his grey eyes sparkled with hints of lust. It's been weeks since he has been home and I knew he wanted me.

"Easy, baby." Bryan laughed against my lips and set me on the ground. "Can I go in and get my gear off? I'm tired of wearing it."

"If you must." I said with a playful sigh. He knew I was just teasing him as I grabbed his bag and dragged it into the house, since it was too heavy for me to actually pick up.

"Give me that bag, silly woman." He said and took the bag from me. Then he spanked my ass and nudged me into the house.

"I have missed you Bryan." I said and walked into the kitchen. "Are you hungry honey? Can I make you something to eat?"

"Baby, I can cook for us. I'm not that tired. I just need to change clothes." Bryan said and then walked upstairs. So I took a bun from the batch I had made and set it in the oven. Hopefully he got the reference. "Where did you go?"

"Kitchen." I called back to him and rummaged the fridge for my bottle of water.

He came walking into the kitchen in tight light blue wrangler jeans and a white t-shirt with his dog tags. The smile on his face made my heart melt.

"Why don't we bake together?" I asked and smiled at him. He knew I loved baking.

"Sure. Anything you have in the oven?" He asked.

"Why don't you check?" I asked and leaned against the counter as I broke the seal on my water bottle and took a small sip.

He opened the oven then looked at me with a puzzled look. He held the bun in his Hand and I knew the wheels in his brain were starting to spin and look for a connection.

"Why the hell is there a bun in the oven sweetie?" He asked and took a bite out of it. "This is yummy though."

"Think honey. There was a bun in the oven." I said and took another drink.

The bun hit the floor as the realization his him. He ran to me and put his hands on either side of my face. Then one hand slid down and his large fingers spread out across my belly.

"You're pregnant? You're finally pregnant?" He asked and smiled and when I nodded he kissed me repeatedly and laughed. I was picked up and he spun us around again. "We finally did it baby, we're going to have a child."

All I could do was smile as Bryan got down on his knees and pulled my shirt up to kiss my belly.

"Should you be wearing jeans? Doesn't it hurt the baby?" He asked and tugged on the waistband.

"I haven't been to a doctor yet, honey. But I did a lot of research online and they said wearing jeans is perfectly fine until I'm in my second trimester. I won't show until about three or four months." I said and stroked his black hair. It was so short from the military protocol. I missed the shaggy black hair he had in high school. So many nights I spent with my fingers wrapped in it...

"Well we can go into town tomorrow or whenever and get you checked out by the doctor." He said and lifted me up and carried me to the living room. He sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap.

"I love you private Bryan." I said and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I love you Camile Erinet." He said and rubbed my belly. "We will have a wonderful baby."