I literally begged my husband on my knees to take me to the ER because I was in labor, but he snapped that I was just being dramatic and walked out to celebrate his mother’s birthday. Two days later, he smugly showed up at home, expecting to hold his newborn baby. But instead of hearing a baby’s cry, he was greeted by military vehicles packing our driveway and loaded guns waiting just for him.
“I’m General Thomas Bennett,” the man said. “Claire’s father.”
Ryan blinked.
“Claire’s… father?”
For three years of marriage, Claire had told him almost nothing about her family. She had only said her father worked for the government. Ryan had laughed, assuming she meant a dull office job.
