You rescued him, nursed him to health, and after many passionate nights, he disappears. You go on with your life and find out you are carrying his child. Just as you think you've moved on an inch, he reappears.
I fought to get back to her, fought! I couldn't contact her because of the mission I was on. But she hadn't left my mind. How could she? I had never witnessed such kindness from anyone, such care, and such trust and strength. In down times out in the field, I found myself reliving that short time with her, and I couldn't let her go. I even broke a few rules and managed to track her a bit. That was when I found out about the morning sickness. That was when I hacked a hospital computer system to find out she was indeed pregnant, and I had no doubt I was the father. The timing was too perfect, and when I entered her world, I became a six foot secret.
I thought she'd be happy to see me. I thought she'd be relieved to know I returned to her and that I was going to take care of her now. But I figured wrong. I felt anxious, angry...damn it, she made me nervous! Damn it! Where was the soft and pliable woman I left behind? I look down at my knuckles, my skin slightly irritated at gripping the steering wheel too hard. Damn it!
No matter. I would convince her. Right now she was shocked and surprised, caught off guard, and wanted clarity. I could give her that. My angel had been left alone too long, but now I am back–
"You bought a house?"
"Not too far from here," I say, concentrating on the road. "Renting, but I have the option to buy. I'd like to buy it for us, love, but you need to see it."
I can see she is trying to set herself against it. I am hoping she is as impressed with it at first sight as I was.
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"Oh, God." She breathes, her eyes huge. "This isn't a house. This is a—"
"An ancestral home, a family mansion." I finish her thought, now proud of my choice. I held out my hand to her, and she took it slowly. "It's got plenty of space—"
"It's huge, August." She says as I lead her up the steps.
"Well, I wanted an office, and I was sure you wanted a space of your own, and there's the gym I want in the basement."
"Got it all planned?"
"No, I don't have it all planned," I snapped. "I wanted to get your input." It came out like an accusation, but that was how I was feeling.
"How long have you been back?"
I swallow hard, realizing what she might want to fight about. "A couple of weeks."
"Hmmm."
"I wanted to give us a start—"
"How about we start together?" She asks with a frown. "I'm not a mission, August Walker!"
I take a deep breath. "I know that." I realize I'm not getting anywhere. I take her through the ground floor. I take her by the hand, not letting go for an instant, a sign that we are together in this, a sign that I want her there.
