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I smiled, then spent the next hour crying my eyes out as I drove.

When I arrived at the hospital in, the last thing I wanted to do was stop at the gate and talk to the men manning it.

But I didn’t want to go to jail, so I did anyway, and received a look of pity from the man who took one look at my puffy eyes and decided not to comment.

After passing through, I drove to the hospital and came to a stop what felt like a mile from where I needed to be.

I started the walk toward my doctor’s office and kept my head down the entire way.

It was easier that way.

Why? Because seeing men in uniform made me long for my man in uniform. And it was easier to ignore them all, and try to block them out, than look at them and compare them to my man.

I passed three or four men in uniform while simultaneously keeping my head down when a familiar laugh had me jerking my head up and looking every which way.

I found the man who the laugh belonged to standing directly in front of me, not even five feet away.

My mouth dropped open, and something inside of my heart started to go wild.

One second, I was standing there feeling sorry for myself, and the next I was running full tilt toward my husband.

“Banner!” I cried out, throwing myself at him.

He caught me as best as he could due to my unwieldy belly, swinging me around like I was a child, and not a full-grown pregnant adult.

I didn’t realize that I was full on sobbing until Banner moved out of the way of a couple exiting the doctor’s office and pressed me against the building.

“I really shouldn’t be showing any public displays of affection,” he pointed out.

“If you let me go, I’m going to divorce you,” I countered.

Fuck regulations.

My man was home.

Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay.”

Was it?

I wasn’t so sure.

I squeezed my arms around him tighter and continued to sob.

“Shhh, shh,” he continued. “Baby, you’re killing me.”

Was I?

I was finally living for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.

Breathing in Banner’s scent, sweet and salty and spicy.

God, I could stay here for the rest of my life and be content.

“You’re not stopping,” he teased.

I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

Or tried to.

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