Patricia Davids - Military Daddy

“We live in the same place now.”

“But not for long. I might decide I want to move. Who knows where you’ll be stationed after Germany. It’s too complicated. I need to get on with my life and you need to get on with yours. I wish now that I hadn’t told you.”

“No, don’t wish that.”

A sadness to match his settled over her. “You probably wish you had never met me,” she said softly.

He stared at his hands clasped around the top of the steering wheel for a long moment, then looked over and met her gaze. “No, I don’t.”

He started the engine and shifted into Reverse. She gave him her home address, then leaned back into the plush seat. He didn’t speak during the ride and neither did she.

When he pulled up in front of her house, he shut off the engine and turned toward her. “I can’t help thinking that one of the reasons you don’t want me around the baby is because you don’t know me well.”

“I know you well enough.”

“If you’re referring to the night we met, I’ll be the first to admit that we started off all wrong.”

“So?”

He pressed his hand to his chest, his expression earnest and intense. “I’d like to change that. I’d like to get to know you and I’d like you to get to know me. Someday the kid is going to ask about me. I’d like you to be able to tell him something about what I do and what kind of person I am.”

“What are you suggesting? That we start dating?” She didn’t bother to hide her sarcasm.

“That’s an excellent idea. What are you doing Saturday afternoon?”

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