I'll Be Your Somebody by Savannah J. Frierson Read Free Book Online Page A

Rosita knew he’d do everything in his power to keep because he was a man of honor.
    And because he was a man of honor, Uncle Sam needed him.
    Now.
    Neither said anything or moved anything as that damnable chirp echoed through the room.  Ulrich let it go for a full minute before leaving the bed to check his pager.
    Rosita sat up, leaning against the headboard, amazed at the masculine beauty he possessed.  Even nude with his penis semi-flaccid and a frown marring his face, Rosita thought he’d been fashioned by Dios himself, so exquisite he was to her.
    Rosita saw his jaw clench, as well as his hand around the tiny machine, then he tossed the beeper onto the easy chair in the room and stood with his hands on his hips.
    “Fuck.”
    Rosita closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  She’d be strong.  She’d known when she’d started this relationship he could be called at any moment.  She’d just never thought it’d be this moment, during their wedding night.
    She felt him come closer, crawling over her body as he gently lowered his atop hers.  He kissed her softly.
    “I have to go,” he told her.
    “I know,” Rosita said.
    “Open those beautiful brown eyes, Rosita, chica .”
    She did, smiling at his smile.  He glided the backs of his fingers along her cheek and smiled wider.
    “What?” Rosita asked, wondering why he grinned like that.  Despite her smile, she found nothing about this situation that was pleasant.
    “Thank you.”
    “For the nookie before you go off?”
    He glared at her and tweaked her nose.  “None of that, Rosa, not right now.”
    He couldn’t tell her what to do.  He couldn’t tell her not to be pissed off or spoiled or scared to motherfuckin’ death about his safety.
    He couldn’t tell her not to be sad.
    “Rosa,” he said again, cupping her cheek, the ring on his hand cool to the touch.
    “What?” she repeated, but with less bite than before.
    He grinned again.  “Thank you for being my somebody.”
    Shit .  She’d intended not to cry, but then he had to say something sweet like that.  He brushed her tears away with his cheek and lips, his hands rubbing her belly soothingly.
    “I’ll always be your somebody,” Rosita vowed.  “Soon, you’ll have two, and I promise to give you as many more somebodies as you’d like.”
    He beamed at her, then moved his mouth to her belly button.  “You’re a witness, lil’ one, so when your mother starts trippin’ when she’s carrying your little brothers and sisters, I want you to remember this conversation!”
    Rosita slapped his shoulder lightly at that.
    Still chuckling, Ulrich kissed all over her bare stomach, murmuring “I love you, I love you,” after each buss.  Rosita didn’t bother to not cry anymore, letting her husband sip the tears from her cheeks before kissing her lips once more.
    “ Te adoro, mi esposa ,” he whispered against her mouth.
    “I love you, too, Ulrich,” she replied.
    He left the bed and dressed quickly.  Rosita put on his wedding dress shirt and helped him pack, stealing one of his T-shirts for later use.  He grinned at her.
    “You tell youngin’ not to come before I get back,” Ulrich said to her, zipping up his bag after making sure he had everything.
    “I will.”
    He snorted.  “And I bet she’ll take after you and be ornery, come all early.”
    Rosita grinned.  “And you’ll continue to love her…or him…”
    Ulrich kissed her forehead.  “You’re giving me a daughter; I can feel it.”
    They walked to the door, his rolling suitcase gripped hard in his hand.  Rosita leaned against him, breathing in his scent.  Ulrich rested his forehead against the top of her head.
    “ Regrese a mi , mi esposo ,” she whispered, her hand above his heart.  “ Regrese a nosotros .”
    “I’ll do my very best,” Ulrich vowed.  She pulled back so he could kiss her mouth sweetly, and with a final graze of his hand against her tummy, he went down the hall.  Rosita watched him