BBW ROMANCE: BWWM Romance: A Cowboy’s Southern Comfort (Military Cowboy Pregnancy Romance) (Interracial Army Contemporary Fantasy Romance Short Stories) Read Online Free PDF

standing across the parking lot next to a beat up old van. Two suitcases in hand.
    Quickly, Jake made his way over to her.
    “Jake what are you-”
    “Felicia, before you say anything just listen,” he said quickly hoping to get the words out before he lost his nerve.
    “Please. Don’t go back with your dad.”
    “Well, you didn’t give me much choice, did you?” she asked fiercely. Her eyes were hard and her arms were crossed over her chest. For some reason, the expression made him lose his nerve. He’d nearly forgotten everything he meant to tell her.
    “I...that doesn’t mean you have to go back to him,” Jake said desperately, “you left him once before.”
    “It’s different this time,” Felicia said.
    “How is it different?”
    “I’m pregnant.”
    The words hung in the air between them making it thick and sluggish. Jake once again opened his mouth to speak but found no words came out.
    “And, it’s yours in case you’re wondering,” Felicia said. “But, since you made it very clear that you didn’t want anything more to do with me.”
    “I didn’t mean...that was before I knew…” Jake stumbled.
    “It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Felicia said. “I don’t want to trap you into something you don’t want. I’m perfectly capable of raising a baby on my own.”
    “But...what if I do want it?” Jake asked.
    “That’s not what you said last night,” she answered.
    “Last night I was...I was scared,” he admitted. As he did the fully ashamed of what he’d said filled him and he was forced to look down at his feet.
    “I didn’t mean any of that. I just...I just didn’t want you to have to wait for me when I might not come back,” he said. His eyes were still on the ground when he heard a chuckle issue from her mouth.
    He looked up once again in surprise. He found her wearing that smile. The one that she wore when she thought he was an idiot but she liked him anyway.
    “You know, Jake, I love you,” she said. “But you really can be stupid sometimes.”
    Three words in that sentence seemed to block the rest out. He had to repeat them back to her just to make sure that he had heard her correctly.
    “You love me?” he asked.
    “Of course, I do,” she said lifting her hand to his cheek. He felt a large smile cross his face as he bent down to meet his lips with hers.
    This tender, gentle kiss lasted several moments before they pulled apart.
    “I love you too,” he whispered as soon as they did. He was rewarded with the largest smile he had ever seen from her. She pulled away from him briefly to take her suitcase from the side of the van. Then, she returned and took his hand in hers. Still grinning from ear to ear.
    “Let’s go home.”
    And, as Jake followed her lead to his truck, he realized that those three words had never been more welcome.
    *****
    THE END
     
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    Rekindled by th e Flame by Samantha Forest
    I remember the last time I saw my sister. 
    Two weeks had passed since our mother’s death, and more than two years since our father had died in the war. Now, our Father’s sister, Aunt Martha, had dressed us up and brought us in a coach to a grand house in Boston.
    Both my sister and I leaned out of the coach to stare at the structure as it came into view. Its walls were pure white with large, ornate pillars holding up a roof that seemed to reach to the blue sky above it.
    It towered over the passers-by on the streets, making them look tiny and insignificant by