Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

r /> “You asked me in the shower us…”

She nodded. “I know I shouldn’t have said anything. I probably completely freaked you out.”

“No that’s not it.” I shook my head.

She kept going. “It’s like there is something buzzing in me as if I’m drunk, but I’m completely sober. It sounds stupid, and like I’m in high school.”

I thought it would be easier to tell her. I thought I had been trained enough to handle any situation, but with Gretchen in front of me my world had been turned upside down.

“God, Gretchen. Everything I thought is different now. I want two different things. I need them both. And three days this wasn’t even possible.”

“What are they?” she asked. “What is it, Brett?”

“For the first time in my life, I’ve wanted something I’ve never wanted before. I want to get lost in you. So lost I don’t remember what day it is.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

“But I want to go back to Razastan.”

The smile fell from her lips. “Oh. I didn’t expect that part.”

“I’ve trained my entire life to be a Delta. It’s who I am. At least until I met you it was everything I wanted to be, but you’ve awakened something entirely different in me. A part of me I ran from. The part of me I ignored. The part of me I didn’t want to face, but was waiting for me here in Havenville.”

“What part is that?” she whispered.

“My family responsibility. My legacy.”

Now that the words were out, I had more clarity. I had devoted myself to Special Forces to avoid being responsible. I thought being a part of an elite force of men would be more powerful than what I was needed for here. It would drive me. It would feed me.

But it didn’t compare to the need I had for Gretchen.

“Your what?”

“Doc, don’t try to analyze this. Don’t start digging for medical terms and scientific explanations.” I held her shoulders firmly in his hands. “This isn’t something you can put a label on or find in a text book.”

“I’m confused. What do you mean your legacy?” She shook her head.

“The land that my cabin is on has been in my family for hundreds of years.”

She nodded. “Ok. That’s not hard to understand. You have history here. You told me about your childhood. I love that.”

“It has more to do with money than family memories, unfortunately. This land is very valuable. Worth millions. When my father passed away, he made me sign a contract.” I exhaled. “We had a difficult past. He thought I should stay here and live up to the family name by conserving the land. I wanted to travel the world, and get the hell out of Havenville.”

She nodded again, slowly this time. “Ok. Keep going.”

“He got very sick, it happened quickly. I came home one day to a contract that was included in his will that said to keep the land in our family name, I had to marry...and have a child.”

She froze. I tried to grab her but she wiggled out of my grasp.

“Wait, what?”

“There’s a contract,” I repeated. “It states I need to get married and have a baby.”

“So what exactly are you saying?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

I sighed and put my head in hands. “A long time ago there was feuding with the neighboring families, the Osborns, about whose land was whose. An agreement was made but somehow those families have found out about the contract and since I’m not married…” I trailed off. “They think they have a legal claim to take everything.”

Her face flashed with understanding. “Sine you’re not married, you and your family will lose the land? All of it?”