Page 35 of Married to the SEAL
“What?”
“Standing here and being my husband and front of those men. They are important people to my father.”
I wanted to do it.
“You did a great job out there. I’m proud of you.”
They fell into step beside each other and he took her hand as they went outside. Everything was blanketed in several inches of snow.
“Oh, no,” said Grace, pulling her hand out of his and her cell phone from her purse. She flashed a worried glance at Matteo. “What do you think the roads are like?”
“This was supposed to miss us. I’m sure it changes over to rain not far from here.”
The weather radar loaded on her screen, vibrant colors covering every part of it. She cursed under her breath. “We were supposed to miss this. It goes all the way back home. What are we going to do?”
“It’s okay. We have the hotel room. We can stay overnight.”
“But the baby!”
There was such panic in her voice that concern pulled at him. “Is there enough milk for him at the house?”
“Yes, but…”
“Then he’ll be fine.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re being too hard on yourself. This isn’t something you can control.”
“He’s never been away from me for more than a couple of hours. He’s the one this is going to be difficult for.”
“I know. And I understand, really, I do. But look at this.” He took the phone from her hand and zoomed in on the pink area between the snow and rain. It covered most of their way back.
“That’s freezing rain. The roads have to be an ice rink, especially for the sedan.” He handed her back the phone, wishing he could do something that would erase the dejected look on her face. “I’m sorry. If it were just snow, I would get you back there, but we’re not going to be able to make it tonight.”
“Stupid ice storm.”
His arms ached to hold her, comfort her. He spoke before he could think better of it. “Do you know how often I want to put my arms around you?”
She looked at him with red eyes full of tears and leaned into him. His arms came around her. He kissed the top of her head. “It will be okay. I promise you.”
“I know. It just sucks.”
He held her for a long time, letting her be the first to let go. When she stepped back, she wiped her eyes and sighed.
“Do you want to get some dinner?” he asked.
“Can we go back to the hotel first?”
“Sure.”
Forty-five minutes later he was sitting on the hotel room bed waiting for her to finish getting ready. She’d already been in the bathroom for quite some time, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing in there.
She eyed him sheepishly as she walked out. “Sorry. I had to pump.”
He tried to hide his surprise and must have failed miserably, because she explained, “My body keeps making milk. If I don’t feed the baby for a while, it hurts, so I have to pump.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know anything about this shit. His knowledge of female anatomy and physiology pretty much stopped at how to bring a woman to orgasm. “I didn’t know that.”
