Delta's Baby Surprise: A Military Baby Romance Read online

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Keep in touch with Violet

  Brett

  Gretchen

  Her Dirty Doctor Katerina Cole

  Lilly

  Barrett

  Tempting the Crown

  Untitled

  Damon

  Molly

  Turn Over

  Luke

  Alexa

  Don’t Tell

  Kaitlyn

  Cole

  Excerpt from Don’t Lie

  Not Husband Material

  Jeremy

  Evie

  Preview: Not Daddy Material

  Delta’s Baby Surprise

  Violet Paige

  Head Over Heels Press

  Copyright © 2018 by Violet Paige

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  Contents

  Keep in touch with Violet

  1. Brett

  2. Gretchen

  3. Brett

  4. Gretchen

  5. Brett

  6. Gretchen

  7. Brett

  8. Gretchen

  9. Brett

  10. Gretchen

  11. Brett

  12. Gretchen

  13. Brett

  14. Gretchen

  15. Brett

  16. Gretchen

  17. Brett

  18. Gretchen

  19. Brett

  20. Gretchen

  21. Brett

  22. Brett

  23. Gretchen

  24. Gretchen

  Her Dirty Doctor Katerina Cole

  1. Lilly

  2. Barrett

  3. Lilly

  4. Lilly

  5. Barrett

  6. Lilly

  7. Barrett

  8. Lilly

  9. Barrett

  10. Lilly

  11. Lilly

  12. Barrett

  13. Lilly

  14. Barrett

  15. Lilly

  16. Barrett

  17. Lilly

  18. Lilly

  19. Barrett

  20. Lilly

  21. Barrett

  22. Lilly

  23. Barrett

  24. Lilly

  25. Barrett

  Epilogue

  Tempting the Crown

  Untitled

  1. Damon

  2. Molly

  3. Damon

  4. Molly

  5. Damon

  6. Molly

  7. Damon

  8. Molly

  9. Damon

  10. Molly

  11. Damon

  12. Molly

  13. Damon

  14. Molly

  15. Damon

  16. Molly

  17. Damon

  18. Molly

  19. Damon

  20. Molly

  21. Damon

  22. Molly

  23. Damon

  24. Molly

  25. Damon

  26. Molly

  27. Damon

  28. Molly

  29. Damon

  30. Molly

  31. Damon

  32. Molly

  33. Damon

  34. Molly

  35. Damon

  36. Molly

  37. Damon

  38. Molly

  39. Damon

  40. Molly

  Epilogue

  Turn Over

  1. Luke

  2. Alexa

  3. Luke

  4. Alexa

  5. Luke

  6. Alexa

  7. Luke

  8. Alexa

  9. Luke

  10. Alexa

  11. Luke

  12. Luke

  13. Alexa

  14. Luke

  15. Alexa

  16. Luke

  17. Alexa

  18. Luke

  19. Alexa

  20. Luke

  21. Alexa

  22. Luke

  23. Alexa

  24. Luke

  25. Alexa

  26. Luke

  27. Alexa

  28. Luke

  29. Alexa

  30. Luke

  31. Alexa

  32. Luke

  33. Alexa

  34. Luke

  35. Alexa

  36. Luke

  Epilogue

  Don’t Tell

  1. Kaitlyn

  2. Cole

  3. Kaitlyn

  4. Kaitlyn

  5. Kaitlyn

  6. Cole

  7. Kaitlyn

  8. Cole

  9. Kaitlyn

  10. Kaitlyn

  11. Cole

  12. Kaitlyn

  13. Cole

  14. Kaitlyn

  15. Kaitlyn

  16. Kaitlyn

  17. Kaitlyn

  18. Cole

  19. Kaitlyn

  20. Cole

  21. Kaitlyn

  22. Kaitlyn

  23. Kaitlyn

  24. Kaitlyn

  25. Cole

  26. Kaitlyn

  27. Cole

  28. Kaitlyn

  29. Cole

  30. Kaitlyn

  31. Cole

  32. Kaitlyn

  33. Cole

  34. Kaitlyn

  Excerpt from Don’t Lie

  Cole

  Not Husband Material

  Not Husband Material

  1. Jeremy

  2. Evie

  3. Jeremy

  4. Evie

  5. Jeremy

  6. Evie

  7. Jeremy

  8. Evie

  9. Jeremy

  10. Evie

  11. Jeremy

  12. Evie

  13. Jeremy

  14. Evie

  15. Jeremy

  16. Evie

  17. Jeremy

  18. Evie

  19. Jeremy

  20. Evie

  21. Jeremy

  22. Evie

  23. Jeremy

  24. Evie

  Preview: Not Daddy Material

  Keep in touch with Violet

  Make sure you download the exclusive Violet Paige short, available here!

  The Crown Short

  Stay connected with Violet’s Vixens

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  One

  Brett

  I threw my pack on the bed, looking around the dusty room. I lifted the blinds. The light filtered through in sharp beams. It should feel good to be home, but it didn’t. Everything about it seemed foreign. As if I was a stranger in my own home. I eyed the pillow and folded quilts suspiciously. A couple years ago I would have seen them as rustic hand-me-downs. Now they looked like expensive luxuries.

  I didn’t want to be here. I shouldn’t be back home. I wouldn’t be if the Army hadn’t forced me to take leave. After two years in Razastan and a failed mission that almost cost me my entire team, I was back in the U.S., unwilling and restless.

  Nothing about it felt right.

  I should be with my team. I should be serving my country. Not stuck here as if I had been sentenced to house arrest.

  I tried to remember what it was like to live under a roof. The desert sky had been my ceiling for so long I didn’t know how I was going to sleep in a regular bed again. The conditions were rough, but I liked being outside. I was trained in the worst conditions. The men around me were just
as tough and fearless. They had to be to be part of Delta Force. Anything less would get us all killed.

  That was the price of war. That was the price I was willing to pay to keep everyone else safe.

  I closed the bedroom door behind me, inspecting the cabin as I moved room to room. It didn’t look as if anyone had been here since I deployed.

  The bathroom door creaked open. I turned the faucet and the pipes squealed. For a second, I thought the cabin was without running water, but it sputtered and coughed, dumping a splash into the drain. I let the water run in the sink until the bits of silt and stale water had run through. I splashed it on my face, using my palms as a small basin.

  I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My skin was tanned from the sun and my beard had grown in. I reached for a towel and dried off before heading to the living room.

  I hadn’t made any calls. I didn’t want a big welcome home party, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before my family knew I was home. Eventually, I had to face the obligations I had to them. Maybe I could have a night to myself before that happened.

  I opened a cabinet door in the kitchen. It was bare. As much as I hated it, I was going to have to drive into town for groceries. I slammed the cupboard, scattering dust around the kitchen. There were a lot of things I could live without, but food wasn’t one of them. I lived too far outside of town to order pizza. Fuck. It would be good to drink a beer right about now. I stuffed my keys and wallet in my back pocket and let the screen door close behind me.

  I walked to my truck, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the ignition. I could make a quick trip into town to pick up a few basics.

  I threw a box of cereal, a huge steak, and a case of beer in the shopping cart. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the other customers were watching me. Maybe I was used to being paranoid. It didn’t matter what city or village we were in during the war, I had to stay focused all the time. There was never a break. Everyone in Razastan was a suspect. Even children carried bombs. I didn’t look at people the same way as everyone else. As far as I was concerned they were all walking weapons. They all the ability to kill or to take out civilians. I couldn’t shake the feeling now that I was buying groceries at the market. I knew it was fucked up.

  I tossed a few loaves of bread into the cart on top of everything else and wheeled it to the register.

  The clerk rang up the items, scanning them one by one. I reached into my wallet to pay for the bags of food.

  The woman smiled at me. “Let me guess…you are back with that unit at Fort Helix back from overseas. I know an Army man when I see one.”

  “How did you know?” I asked. I was immediately suspicious.

  She ran the items over the glass scanner. “Well, your haircut for one.” She started placing the food in paper bags. “And I saw on the news last night a lot of the soldiers came home. I thought I’d ask.”

  I rubbed the back of my neck. I didn’t like talking about the Army. I sure as hell never told anyone what I did in the military. Delta Force was off limits for any conversation. End of story.

  “It’s nice to see you home.” She smiled. “Makes me feel good when our boys are back.”

  I nodded. “Thanks.” I shifted uncomfortably on my feet.

  “Did your family plan a big welcome home?” she asked, loading cheese and pasta into a paper bag.

  “Here.” I handed her the money. “No. Not really their thing. It wasn’t a planned leave.”

  She opened the register to give me change. “It’s nice when our soldiers come home. I love the banners and the flowers. I wish we could have a parade for you.”

  “That’s not necessary.” I knew I sounded gruff, but she was quickly getting carried away.

  “Do you at least have a girl waiting for you? Someone to cook you a hot meal?” she pestered.

  This woman was damn nosey. “No, ma’am.” I took the receipt from her.

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s not much, but thank you for your service. I appreciate what you do. Or did. So, thank you.”

  I tried to smile, but I felt eyes on me, and I didn’t like the attention the conversation was drawing. I didn’t do my job for thanks or praise. I did it because I wasn’t built for anything else. It was in my DNA. It was who I was.

  I nodded at her as I left the store.

  I loaded the bags in my arm and deposited them in the back of my truck. I couldn’t peel out of the parking lot fast enough. I wasn’t comfortable in the store. I wasn’t comfortable talking to the clerk. And I sure wasn’t comfortable giving her any information about my military status.

  I threw the truck in drive and headed back to the cabin. At least there I would have solitude. A place to stay clear and focused. A place that was isolated. Until all hell broke loose and my family figured out I was back.

  Two

  Gretchen

  I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. My shift was almost over. The fluorescent lights overhead made everything look washed out. I wondered why hospitals still used them. They didn’t make the staff happy and they certainly weren’t good for the patients. I wished they had been outlawed.

  I walked to the nurses’ station. “Any new patients?” I asked.

  “No, you better get out of here before that changes,” the night nurse warned. “It’s quiet for once around here. And you know what that means.”

  “I think you’re right.” I smiled. “I’ll be in the doctor’s lounge if that changes in the next ten minutes. I hope we didn’t just jinx it. Maybe I can sneak out.”

  She laughed. “Good luck, doc.”

  I walked down the hall past the patient rooms and pulled the stethoscope from my neck, letting it dangle in my hands. I massaged the back of my shoulders. I had been on my feet for twelve hours. The only thing I could think about was a hot shower, preferably at home. I needed to get one of those special spa foot massagers. I didn’t know what hurt worse after these long shifts: my back or my feet.

  “Hey, you clocking out?”

  I turned to see Dr. Mors filling his coffee cup at the break bar. He was a legend at the hospital. I was afraid to ask how old he was, but it had to be close to retirement age.

  “I’m trying to get out of here before I get paged.”

  He chuckled. “Famous last words. You better turn off your pager and your cell phone.”

  “I know. I know. I have the next three days off. I’m going to sleep through all three of them,” I answered, pulling my bag from my locker.

  “Didn’t you sign up for the Help a Hero Program?” he asked. He stirred in half the jar of sugar.

  “Shit. I did. My day is tomorrow, isn’t it? I completely forgot about volunteering. I can’t believe it,” I groaned.

  He took a sip of his coffee, his long nose dipping in the cup. “Yep. You better pick up your list on the way out. Every doctor has an assignment. Great program. One of the best organizations we’ve worked with.”

  “Any chance these soldiers sleep in?” I whined.

  He laughed. “The ones I worked with were up before the sun. They like their early morning workouts.”

  I sighed. “What are the chances I’ll get the ones that are more nocturnal? You know, same schedule as me?” I checked the clock over the door. Finally, midnight.

  “You remember what they said in our veterans training about disrupted sleep patterns,” he added. “They are dealing with internal clocks on desert time and they have no interest in adjusting. They either can’t sleep or sleep too much. Their sleep habits are all over the place.” He threw his hands in the air.