Page 61 of Unexpected Love

Oh, there were times where I tried to push her away, but she’d just ignore me and do her own thing.

My family absolutely loves her, but I don’t blame them, because she’s pretty fucking lovable. A couple of months ago, Abby and Violet both gave birth to healthy baby girls. Violet and Diego named their little one Luciana, or Lucy for short, and Abby and Ben named their little girl Paisley, or Pay Pay as we all like to call her.

Shortly after my niece was born, I’d finally been given the go ahead to resume sexual activities, and after Chloe and I talked and talked, we decided we didn’t want to wait. She’s now officially twelve weeks pregnant, and this weekend our families are getting together for a cookout where we plan on telling everyone. She’s scared to do it because a part of her is still waiting to lose this baby.

Granted, I’m worried about that too, but I told her that we are going to just take it day by day. The cats both give me a “Meow” as I move them out of the way. Chloe is on the floor hunched over the toilet. I grab a washcloth, get it wet, and place it on the back of her neck.

I rub my hand up and down her back as she retches. “Were you able to keep anything down today?”

She nods her head, and I let out a breath. Last time, she had to have IV fluids because she got so sick. This time as soon as the test came back positive and the nausea started, we began the ginger pills. She sits back on the floor, and I take the washcloth from her neck and use it to wipe her face off. I then scoop her up in my arms and carry her into our bedroom.

After gently laying her down, I crawl in bed next to her, placing my hand on her lower stomach. I lean close. “Okay, little man—because yes, you’re a boy; I can feel it. Let’s stop making your momma sick. We need you both to stay nice and healthy.” I bend down, kissing where my child rests, and pray that Chloe can make it through this pregnancy with no complications. She deserves that.

I feel her fingers spear my hair and her nails scraping my scalp. My dick twitches the way it always does when she touches me. Moving up the bed, I lie down next to her and pull her into my arms. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m just glad that most of the nausea is gone. This baby just hates the smell of hamburger, which sucks because I could really go for a bacon cheeseburger right now. I bought one on the way home from the store, and I had to throw it in the dumpster. That’s why you found me puking.” She snuggles in under my chin.

“I got my papers to return to active duty today.” She’s been apprehensive about me returning to active duty, but she supports me regardless. I’ve been itching to go back for the past two months, but my sergeant wouldn’t let me until I completed my physical therapy entirely.

Chloe’s dad Ian is a physical therapist, so when they’d come to see her, he’d always work with me, making sure my shoulder had good mobility. I’ve really grown to care about them and they for me. Even Eli’s finally warmed up to me. Carter’s the only one who has always seemed to be on my team.

“I know you’ve been ready for a while. Is it okay that I’m not looking forward to it?”

I lean back so I can see her face. “It’s okay, baby, but you know I have to. It’s in my blood.”

“Of course it is. I’m sorry—you know I support you.” She leans up, placing her lips on mine. With a laugh, she pulls back. “Sorry, I probably have puke breath.”

I hug her to me. “I still love you even if you do smell.” She slaps my back.

She doesn’t know it, but I bought her a ring, and I’m going to propose at the cookout. I’ve been planning it for a while—I’ve just been waiting for the right time, and in front of our family and friends seems like the perfect time.

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