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Operation Family.

Copyright ©2014, Marissa Dobson

 

Edited by Rosa Sophia

Proofread by Brynna Curry

 

ISBN: 978-1-939978-53-0

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Operation Family

 

 

 

SEALed for You:

 

Book Four

 

 

 

Marissa Dobson

 

Dedication

 

 

To all the men and woman in the military who serve our country. To their families who serve in their own way, waiting for them, and supporting them through thick and thin.

 

 

The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. ~
Douglas MacArthur

 

Navy SEAL Lieutenant Commander Mac García spent twenty years in the military but had no plans to retire. He didn’t know what his life would be like without the SEALs, and through the years he saw the worst in the world. He’d be damned if he’d see another attack on American soil. Arriving home, he’s faced with a whole different obstacle—twin toddlers. As the only family left to these little girls, he has to figure out what the next step in his life will be and how he’ll manage raising two children.

A knock at Nicole Ryan’s door delivers the news of a friend’s death, and now she’s alone to care for the twins until their guardian arrives. As their nanny since they were born, she can’t picture being separated from them, let alone seeing them head to the other side of the United States. She’ll fight for the right to keep the girls, because she doesn’t know how else to deal with the loss of their father, and she can’t bear losing them too.

Can two people from different walks of life come together to build a strong family for the twins? Or will destiny make them lose everything they hold dear?

Navy SEAL Lieutenant Commander Mac García leaned back against the hard airport lounge chair, his eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion. Any hope of catching a few hours of sleep before takeoff was destroyed by the crying baby two seats over. Lights were strung around the airport, with Christmas trees throughout the terminal, and shops hung their seasonal items in the window calling to the travelers. Christmas was upon them, adding to the haste, and everyone rushed to their gates or baggage claim to get their holiday celebrations underway. He was sure the decorations were supposed to add to the joy of the season, but to him it was just depressing. There was no one waiting for him to get home from his latest mission and no one to spend the holidays with. His life was completely dedicated to SEAL Team Two; his days revolved around the squad of men serving under him.

At thirty-nine, he had put in his twenty years in the service and had no plans to retire. He didn’t know what his life would consist of if it wasn’t filled with training, missions, and the dreaded paperwork that came with leading the squad. No, he was suited for the military and would stay a SEAL until he couldn’t keep up with the younger men. He’d do his part in keeping the country safe from the dangers most didn’t want to think of. On missions he saw the worst of the world, and he’d be damned if he saw another attack on America soil.

The baby’s wails stiffened every muscle in his body, until he was as tight as a rubber band stretched to its limit.
He rolled his neck and tried to ease the tension with no luck. Instead of sitting there trying to get a few hours of sleep before his plane took off, he rose, and tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder. The terminal was too busy for him to make it far without having to weave between other travelers, but he didn’t need to go far. Anywhere else he managed to go there seemed to be some excitement. If it wasn’t a baby crying, it was children playing, people on their cell phones, or worse, couples in love.

The sweet lovey-dovey couple in the corner made his stomach churn. They were one of the reasons he fought to keep this country safe, but being surrounded by it brought home the fact that he was alone. There would be no one waiting for him when he returned to Virginia. Not even the team he’d sent on ahead so they could enjoy the holiday celebrations with their families while he wrapped up a few additional details.

Damn, I need a beer and a good nights’ sleep. Everything will look better in the morning, or at the very least when the fucking holidays are over.

“Daddy, Daddy!” A little boy no older than three sprinted toward him.

His gaze darted around in search of the boy’s parents. In this day and age, how parents let their children go unattended surprised him. Some just didn’t care and those were the ones who truly frightened him. Realizing the boy was alone, he dropped his bag, and knelt. “Hey, little man. Where’s your mommy?”

“Daddy!” He wrapped his little arms around Mac’s neck and clung as if his life depended on it.

“Christopher.” A woman’s frantic voice cut through the crowd.

He glanced in the direction that the voice had come from and there in the midst of the crowd a woman with a stroller making her way across the airport. Her frantic gaze searched the crowd, clearly terrified as she looked for her son.

“Looks like your mommy found us.” He held tight to the boy, making sure he didn’t slip out of his grasp and start running down the terminal again. “Ma’am.”

“There you are, Christopher. What did I tell you about staying with me?” She knelt down and drew her son into her arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Mommy, I found Daddy.” The little boy tried to wiggle from her grasp but she held tight.

“No, sweetie. We’ve got to take an airplane trip to Virginia before we see Daddy.” The woman stood, keeping hold of her son’s hand. She looked at Mac. “I’m sorry. He’s excited to see his father. I guess with the uniform he thought…”

“It’s all right, ma’am. You seem to have your hands full. Can I help you to your gate?” With the shoulder bag, diaper bag, and two kids he wasn’t sure how she had managed to get this far.

“It would appear I’m here.” She nodded to the gate he had just stepped away from. “We were visiting my family for Thanksgiving and planned to stay through Christmas when I received word my husband was injured in the line of duty. He’ll be arriving in Virginia tomorrow, so we’re rushing to get home. Christopher is just so excited to see his father.”

“I can tell.” Mac ruffled the boy’s sandy brown hair. “I’m sorry about your husband. I hope he’ll be okay.”
His stomach roiled again. Another soldier whose life had been changed by the senseless act of war. Too many of his fellow warriors were killed in action, and even more had injures both physical and mental that would forever change their lives. He could only hope the woman’s husband hadn’t sustained too bad of injuries, and that he’d recover to be an active parent in his children’s lives.

“My husband’s vehicle was hit by an IED and he was badly burned. Thankfully he’ll survive.” The cries of the infant in the stroller tore through the terminal, and the mother gently rocked the stroller trying to calm her.

“Here, let me help you over to the chairs.” Without waiting for her to agree, he picked up the bags she’d dropped when she hugged her son and took hold of the little boy’s hand. “Would you like to sit by the window and watch the planes take off?”

“Can we?” Christopher bounced with excitement.

Crossing the distance to the row of seats by the window, Mac noted how easy children were to amuse. “Ma’am, I’m Lieutenant Commander Mac García, Navy SEAL.”

“I appreciate your help, Commander. I’m Shelly James.” She lifted her son onto the chair and turned back to him. “You don’t need to stay. I can manage.”

“Ma’am, military wives are a breed all their own. They have the strength and courage of their men tenfold. So I have no doubt you’d manage, but this is my gate as well. If you don’t mind I’d gladly see you on board and settled with the children.”

“Thank you.” She lifted the baby out of the stroller, gently cradling her. “I’d like to apologize for Christopher’s behavior. He knows that when his dad has been away on a deployment he’ll be in uniform when he returns. He has a picture of his dad in uniform by his bed. It’s the last thing he sees at night before going to sleep. I never thought…the uniform must have confused him.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. He’s excited to see his father, as I’m sure you are.” Mac watched the little boy bounce on his seat, transfixed by a plane lining up on the runway, ready to make its departure.

“We haven’t seen him for nine months and it’s the first deployment that Christopher has been asking why his daddy was gone. Cindy here hasn’t even met her daddy yet.” With one hand, she tucked a pink blanket around the infant.

“My mom always said the hardest part of a deployment was when we were so young and didn’t understand why our father wasn’t around. It broke her heart when we were upset that he couldn’t make it to our games or tuck us in, but as we grew older we began to understand. My uncle had a big role in our lives. He was military too, but their deployments didn’t overlap much, so while Dad was away my uncle stepped in.”

The talk of family sent his thoughts swirling down the drain to the pits. His father had missed so much of his life, just as Christopher’s father was missing his children growing up, including the birth of his daughter. There was no doubt in his mind that standing up for their wonderful country was an honorable thing; he just wished there was more of a balance.

Guess that’s why I never settled down or had children.

“My brother helps when he can. He lives close enough to pop over every day. It’s nice to have some male influence for Christopher on a daily basis. Maybe this will be what my husband needs to get out of the service and be a proper father to his son.”

The simple statement cut deeper than it should have considering he wasn’t a father, but it almost implied Mac’s father hadn’t been a good father because he was career military. That hadn’t been the case. He had been a good father, making every moment count, especially when he knew he was about to be deployed.

Military life was hard. Not everyone was cut out for it, but those who made it work were stronger than their civilian counterparts. This woman had what it took to be a military wife, but he didn’t blame her one bit for wanting her man home instead of off fighting in another country. There was nothing wrong with wanting him present.

“Commander?”

He glanced back from the plane taxiing down the runway. “Please call me Mac.”

“Your eyes glazed over. It was as if miles separated you from here, just as my husband does when he’s thinking about a warzone. I’ve never understood it.” She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and lowered her voice. “With all I’ve seen on television, I don’t understand why anyone would want to let their thoughts drift back to such a place. Why can’t you just let it go once you’re home?”

He didn’t know how to explain that the things he saw while deployed were forever burned into his brain. It wasn’t something he could just turn off. The memories of the fallen warriors and the ones injured in IED explosions haunted him every time he closed his eyes. There was no shaking the ghosts he’d seen through his years in the service, but they were what kept him alive. Not one of them had died in vain.

Flashback of an ambush the year before crossed before his eyes, the same event that led to his promotion. Three of them were separated from the squad and under serious fire. Somehow, he and Bad Billy had made it out alive, determination driving them. Troy wasn’t as lucky. An RPG exploded in front of him, killing him within seconds.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose and pushed the memories away. Seeing it again in his mind wouldn’t change anything. The SEAL under his command had still died, and no amount of reliving it would alter the outcome.

“Ma’am, adjusting to civilian life is hard even for the best of us, but the one thing that makes it easier is having people supporting us. The memories of what we saw will never go away. Flashbacks and nightmares are something a lot of military personnel have to learn to live with once they’ve returned.”

“Why do it then?” She looked between her children before turning back to him. “Why leave your children and family behind to go off and fight a war in another country?”

“We do it for them, to give them a better world to grow up in, and to make sure they’re safe. It’s better to fight the terrorists on foreign soil than here.”

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head, sending a curl of her brown hair falling from the clip. “It must sound like I’m complaining, but until last night when I received word that my husband was injured I never pictured my life any other way. When the officers arrived at my door…”

He laid his hand over hers. “He’s going to be okay. You said it yourself.”

“What about next time? Next time he might not be so lucky and my children might grow up without their father. How is that okay?” She let the tears roll down her face until they splashed off her chin. “I’ve seen it happen. There’s no rhyme or reason why someone gets killed and another walks away. Job danger levels don’t seem to matter as much as they did before, not with people shooting up our military bases. All service personnel, no matter their job—their families, even the civilians working with the military—everyone’s in danger.”

“It’s not just military.” He tried to reason with her, to allow her to see logic. “Look at our schools. How many school shootings have we had this year? Too many. Are you going to keep your kids sheltered at home, never allowing them the joys of attending school, meeting kids their own age, playing sports? Every moment of our lives there is danger lurking around the corner. We can’t hibernate, scared it might be our last day. If the military has taught me one thing, it’s that each day is precious and we must treat it as such. We have to live the life we were given to the fullest, not in fear.”

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