Rescued by the SEAL, Davenport, Fiona [classic children's novels .TXT] 📗

kick my own ass for giving you reason to doubt my intentions, but please don’t hold my mistake against me. Make me the happiest man on earth. Say yes. Marry me.”

“You love me?” I echoed in wonder.

“Damn straight, I do. You were already on my mind every single day I was gone the last time we were deployed, but it was different this time. After our night together, I yearned for you with every cell in my being.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Ask any of the guys. They’ll tell you I’m head over heels for you. Hell, Deacon didn’t even react when I jumped out of his vehicle before he stopped. He just tossed my bag after me and laughed as he drove away.”

I peered up at him in surprise. “Did you really do that?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I was impatient to get back to you after being gone longer than I should’ve been.”

Huntley’s lack of embarrassment while making that confession gave me the boost I needed to admit, “I love you, too.”

“Hooyah.” His grin turned cocky before he kissed me again, our tongues tangling together until my knees went weak and I was gripping his shoulders for balance. “And you’re going to marry me as soon as we can set things up however you want.”

He didn’t word it as a question, but I answered anyway, “Yes, I’d love to be your wife. With my parents down in Florida, I like the idea of going to the courthouse or eloping and then doing something later to celebrate.”

“Fucking fantastic,” he rasped. “Figure out what you want to wear, and I’ll grab some flowers on my way back from my place to get my whites. Then we can head down to the courthouse.”

“Today?” I asked with a giggle.

He stepped away and nudged me toward the door. “Yup, there’s no time like the present.”

I was moving a little more slowly than usual because of the pregnancy, but Huntley more than made up for it. In the time it took me to get ready, he changed into his dress uniform, rounded up several of his friends to act as our witnesses, got me an engagement ring plus wedding bands for both of us, and bought a gorgeous bouquet of white roses. Less than four hours later, we stood hand in hand in front of the judge and exchanged our vows.

Epilogue Huntley

“Huntley!”

I halted on the way to my car in the parking lot and turned to see Deacon running toward me. “What?” My tone was filled with annoyance, but I didn’t care. I was anxious to get home and see my wife.

“Why aren't you answering your phone, dipshit!”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Deacon stopped when he reached my side. “Your wife has been calling.” He gave me a dry look. “She thought you might want to know that she’s in labor.”

“What the fuck?” I dug in my pocket and yanked out my phone to see twenty-five missed calls. I wanted to kick my own ass up and down the street when I realized I hadn’t turned my phone off silent after the debriefing. It was bad enough my leave got cut short when there was an emergency and I had to deploy—not knowing if I’d be back for the birth of my son. Now, I might miss it anyway just because I was a complete idiot. Not to mention the fact that I should’ve been there for Cora.

I ran the rest away in my car, my mind spinning over the fact that I was about to be a dad. Holy shit. I tried to put my keys in the lock, but my hands were shaking so bad I couldn’t line it up with the opening. Deacon grabbed them from my hand and quickly unlocked the door. Then he opened it and shoved me inside. He tossed my keys at me and then jogged around the other side to drop into the passenger seat.

Once again, I couldn’t get the key in the hole. Deacon sighed and threw me a look that suggested I’d lost my mind. As quickly as he entered, he popped out of the car and appeared at my still open door. “What the hell is wrong with you, man?”

I was as shocked as him. I constantly put my life on the line and was known for being cool under pressure. But now, when I needed it most, I was a fucking wreck. Deacon grabbed my arm and yanked me out before shoving me toward the rear. “Get in the car, asshole!” he shouted as he dropped into the driver seat. I hurried to do as instructed, and he started the car. He took off like a bat out of hell, but I still urged him to speed up. “Hurry the fuck up! My wife is in labor!”

“No shit,” he responded.

He turned down the opposite road from Cora’s and my house, and I glanced in the other direction, confused. “Where are you going, Deacon?”

“She’s already at the hospital.”

Well, shit. “Get there!”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

After what seemed like an eternal ride—that would have turned a civilian’s hair gray—he squealed into the hospital parking lot and screeched to a stop in front of the entrance. I flew out of the car, not bothering to shut the door or say a word, and ran inside.

When I approached the desk, I demanded to see my wife in the same tone I would use to train a batch of new recruits. The nurse behind the counter was not impressed, and she raised an eyebrow. We had a stare down, but I broke first and lowered my voice to ask politely how to find Cora.

She gave me instructions, and I sprinted down the hallway to the elevator. I jumped on, but Deacon slipped inside before the doors closed.

“What are you doing here?”

“No way am I gonna miss this,” he said with a wide grin.

“You are not watching the birth