friend, Scott?”
Scott crouches down and extends a hand. Cole is more interested in touching the shiny new leg. Scott angles it so that he can see more clearly.
“You like that? I’ve got a brand new leg.”
Cole smiles and pulls down the collar to his shirt. “New heart!” he says proudly.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell Olivia later.
“Yes, I did,” she replies, dressing in one of those pajama sets with short shorts that I love so much. The sight of her bare legs nearly distracts me from my goal.
“I was going to get ahold of him.”
She sits next to me on the bed, smiling at me in a way that I know means she’s trying to hold back a laugh. “I love you, baby, but we both know if I hadn’t, it would have taken you years. I had Sofie. Come on…you know Sofie can put the FBI to shame when she wants to. Besides, this is a new chapter in our lives. I thought it was time that we put the past behind us so we can move on.”
“A new chapter, huh?” My hand finds the skin of her thigh. “What makes you say that?”
She presses her lips against my jaw. “Well, I figure you have to marry me now that you’ve gone and knocked me up again.”
I jerk towards her, my face going slack in shock. “You’re…”
Olivia smiles at me, bringing a hand to my cheek. “Pregnant. Yes.”
My arms go around her, pulling her close to my chest where I’m determined to keep her. “Have you been to the doctor? Is everything okay? His heart?”
“Yes, I have, and they can’t tell that yet, but the chances are slim that this baby will have the same defect,” she says.
A weight eases from my shoulders. “That’s good.”
“Just as long as you promise to be there with me.”
I cup her cheek in my hand. “Forever. You’re my little spitfire and you always will be.”
Yep, there are good days and there are bad days. For a guy like me, there always would be.
Now I know I can endure the bad days and fight for the good ones.
THE END
4 Dicks of Death – The little disgusting beef links found in bean MRE’s. You only eat these if you’re about to die. Even then, I wouldn’t recommend it.
A-10 Warthog – the prettiest ugly little shitkicking plane on the planet. Built to carry the GAU-8 Avenger 30mm gatling gun. Basically you don’t want to be against one in a fight.
Clusterfuck – when everything is messed up or going wrong.
Chest Candy – ribbons and awards on your uniform.
Fast movers – the really, really fast jets. Vroom. (Cole’s favorite, though I’ll have him switched to the A-10 in no time.)
Gunner – Man guaranteed to fuck you up with whatever heavy artillery we have at hand.
Groundhog Day – Because deployments are endless, repetitive, and would be better with a side of Bill Murray.
Helo a.k.a. Whirly Bird – helicopter.
JTAC – The most badass of the badasses that control combat aircraft and air support. The definition of makin’ it rain.
Jodi – the asshole your wife / girlfriend is screwing while you’re in combat. Normally followed by a Dear John letter.
Monica – derogatory name. A.K.A. pussy.
MRE – Meals Ready to Eat. If you can get your hands on lasagna or chili mac, you’re gold, but stay away from the bean burritos and seafood gumbo.
RPG – not the role playing game. The rocket propelled exploding kind. Guaranteed to fuck up your world.
ROE – rules of engagement. When we can and cannot fuck you up.
TBI – traumatic brain injury. Headaches for badasses.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Ben and Olivia have been rolling around in my brain for years and it is an honor to share their story with you.
Though many hours were spent researching HLHS, single-sided deafness and PTSD, I took liberties when writing this story. Any errors presented in this text are my own.
If you are interested in learning more about any of these topics, I’d be happy to point you in the right direction. Simply visit my website for more information and resources.
Happy reading!
Nicole
To my husband Sean. Writing is often a solitary endeavor, but there are times when that isn’t true. When I felt like giving up, you were the force me that kept me going. You are my rock and I couldn’t have done any of this without you.
Thank you to my family, my mom, my brothers, my in-laws for humoring my crazy dream.
To my Knockouts for being beside me every step of the way. A special shout-out to Ella Stewart, Hayley Picknell, Mandy Sawyer, Melissa Fisher, and Joy Lynn for your eagle eyes. To my beta readers for their patience and enthusiasm. Thank you to Elle Vanzadnt for being there for the years it took for me to actually finish a book.
Mia Searles, you are an amazing woman and friend. I appreciate your patience and support more than you can possibly imagine. Thank you to Alana for getting me into this crazy mess in the first place. I wouldn’t have had the courage if it weren’t for you.
Vanessa from PREMA Romance. You are a legit goddess. You made Warrior shine. It wouldn’t be the book it is today if it weren’t for you. Your insight is priceless.
Afton, I finally finished Warrior so that I can start on your “favorite book”. I love you!
To all of those either dealing with or loving someone with PTSD, thank you for your courage and your strength. I hope you find peace.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Blanchard lives in Florida with her family and their menagerie of animals. She chooses each day to chase her own fairy tale even if they contain their fair share of dragons. She is married to her best friend and owns her own business.
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