Page 96 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
I smile, brushing gentle fingers through his hair. “Yes, Eli. Go be with them. They’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
The same nurse, with an empathic smile, steps forward, offering a gentle hand toward Eli. Eli looks briefly unsure, but at my reassuring nod, he cautiously steps away, gripping the nurse’s hand tightly. My heart twists slightly as I watch him leave, relief mixed heavily with aching protectiveness.
Left alone in the room, the quiet feels sudden and oppressive. Doctors and nurses continue examining me, running multiple tests, drawing blood, and checking meticulously for injuries or internal trauma. Their voices become a distant hum, blending into meaningless background noise as my mind drifts introspectively.
What happens now? After everything we’ve been through, the chaos and fear, where do we go from here? My heart tightens anxiously, insecurity whispering in my thoughts. But I quickly silence that fear, forcing myself firmly to trust in the men I’ve chosen to love. Liam, Jax, and Cole made it clear where their loyalties lie. They promised to stay by my side and build a life with Eli and me. I will just have to take them at their word.
The door opens abruptly, pulling me from my thoughts. The doctor enters again with a clipboard tucked under one arm, expression expertly blank. My heart quickens, anxiety creeping back in at his unreadable demeanor.
“Your test results came back. You are also uninjured, though there is a slight knot on the back of your head. I don’t believeyou have a concussion, but should you notice anything strange in the coming weeks, come back.” He pauses and looks down at his clipboard, a frown on his face for a brief second before it is pushed away. “And finally, you’re two weeks pregnant. Congratulations, I suppose.”
Shock washes over me, breath catching in my throat. My heart pounds, disbelief and joy mingling within me. The doctor’s eyes narrow, judgment barely concealed behind a barely professional mask.
“Would you like to inform the father, assuming you know who that might be?” he asks coldly.
My jaw tightens, anger replacing my shock. Refusing to rise to his obvious bait, I keep my voice firm and steady. “Am I cleared to leave now?”
The doctor nods, clearly displeased by my refusal to react. “Yes, you’re cleared.”
Without another word, I gather my things, heart racing as I leave the room behind. Joy bubbles fiercely within me, tempered slightly by lingering anxiety and disbelief. Pregnant. The word echoes gently in my mind, filling me with cautious hope and fierce determination.
I step swiftly into the waiting room, and immediately, Liam, Cole, Jax, and Eli rush forward, crowding around me.
“Mommy!” Eli whispers, small arms tightening around my neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, baby,” I whisper gently, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.
Jax gently brushes hair from my face, concern shining clearly in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
I stare at him for a second, then take in Liam and Cole. Before I can stop it, the words are out of my mouth. “I love you all.”
All three of them freeze, taken aback, but Jax is the first to react, pulling me into a tight hug that presses Eli between us.
He whispers in my ear, “I love you more than my own life.”
I feel hands and arms surround me, and I get my sweet love proclamation from my other two men. Eli stays happily sandwiched between us and announces, “I love my family so much.”
“Me too, buddy,” I smile widely at him.
Liam steps closer, voice quiet but firm. “Come on, everyone, let’s go home.”
“Home sounds perfect.”
We walk together from the hospital, steps lighter than they’ve been in months. Despite the exhaustion lingering in my bones, hope fills me fiercely, determination strengthening with every step forward. Our future stretches beautifully ahead, bright with possibility and promise.
As we step into the cool night air, I feel a gentle peace settling within me. Our family has survived everything thrown our way, stronger and more united than ever before.
Home, safety, love—our journey has finally led us exactly where we belong.
LIAM
The three of us move down the stairs, careful not to wake Eli, who’s finally settled into sleep after an hour of storytelling and gentle coaxing. Normally, Ava would be right here with us, finishing our evening routine together, but tonight she’d slipped downstairs early, claiming she had something to handle. We hadn’t thought much of it. We figured she just needed a break after another exhausting day. It’s been two months since Randy’s attack, two months of adjusting and settling into something real, but the quiet evenings remain precious moments for all of us.
As we reach the bottom of the stairs, my steps slow, sensing something’s different. The kitchen lights are dimmed, casting a soft glow across Ava’s face as she stands behind the counter. In front of her, lined up neatly, are three colorful gift bags. She smiles at us, clearly anxious but radiating warmth and excitement.
“What’s all this?” Jax asks first, curiosity lighting up his features.
Ava draws a deep breath, steadying herself, eyes bright with emotion.
