And soon. Because when I put my ring on her finger, planted my kid in Joy’s belly, I didn’t want to miss a thing. Not an argument about flowers I didn’t give a shit about for a wedding I didn’t need but more than likely she’d want. Not a doctor’s appointment and not a kick.
I wasn’t going to miss a moment.
I’d had a goal, a plan for my life. I’d been hurt. Scarred up, my body a mangled mess, but I was still here. Still alive. Every step that had taken me to getting hurt, to almost breaking me, had led me to Joy. I would have never met the burst of sunshine she was if I hadn’t.
I was lucky.
As I sat in bed with the woman of dreams I’d never been brave enough to dream, I realized just how lucky I was. Sure, life had thrown me curveballs. Had taken people I loved and cared about, ripping them away from my life. But it had given me a lot of good, too. I’d accomplished goals, becoming a Seal and serving my country. I had a great brother, who always had my back.
Now, I had a new goal.
A new dream to work toward.
Create a family and live out my own happily ever after with the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. A woman I was lucky was giving me a chance.