Ignoring my questions, he continues. “I’d like you to move with me. They’ve got a house on base we can live in until we find one we like somewhere else.”
“Did you hear me?” My turn for the head tilt.
“I heard you, True. I’m rolling with what I know so far. And let’s just say, I like what you’ve got, and I’m moving forward.” He leans in close to my face. “Are you moving forward with me?” The sincerity shining brightly from his gaze is my answer.
“Yes.”
Epilogue
Maverick
One year later
Dear Maverick,
I have a story for you…
Once upon a time, there was a girl with no filter, she hated bullshit more than the average ho and had a strong dislike for blind dates.
One day, this girl’s trampy best friend convinced her writing a super soldier was a good idea. With no intentions of mailing the letter, she wrote it.
The tramp decided to dig through the innocent girls crumpled up garbage and send it anyways! (How rude!)
When the super soldier received it, he also suspected nefarious intentions from that trampy friend and didn’t trust in the girl’s rambling. When he wrote back, he had a change of heart and decided maybe the weird girl with no filter and rambling ideas was real.
With that in mind, the pair quickly became more than pen pals. They defied distance and formed a bond of loneliness and connection.
They got to know one another, and soon, they were so embroiled in each other that when the super soldier came home, the neurotic girl was so shocked she fainted like a hussy at a boy band concert.
Twelve months later and she’s about to give him the surprise of a lifetime!
You’re welcome,
Your True story.
P.S We’re pregnant!!!!!
“Honey, I’m home!” I hear the greeting but can’t look away from her letter. Every once in a while, True still writes to me. She says and does the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.
But this…
This is…
Everything.
“Oh good! You got my note. The tramp, can you believe the nerve of her?” A huge grin has overtaken my baby girl’s face. She’s as beautiful as I’ve ever seen her. She’s glowing.
“You seriously did not call me a tramp?” Lena barks, coming in behind my gorgeous wife.
“She sure as fuck did. Now piss off, or you’re going to see a whole lot of fucking.” True hops up on the counter as I stalk towards her. Every step predatory.
“You guys are worse than the damn gorillas!” Lena storms out, heading towards the beach that’s practically our backyard.
“Is it true?” My voice is hoarse with emotion.
She nods.
“You’re having my baby?”