Authors: Fiona Knightingale
Mitch wrapped his arms around her, “I think you are pregnant,” he said smiling. Nairobi’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. She did not know what to think. In her country, it was not a good thing to become pregnant and she was not sure how he would react. Mitch could not have been happier. He kissed Nairobi on the forehead before pulling her onto his lap.
She wrapped her legs around his waist causing her gown to raise above her waist. The two of them made love on the bathroom floor celebrating the future that was ahead of the two of them. Mitch had never felt so much love for a woman in all of his life and he hoped that he could be the man that she needed and the man that their baby needed.
Mitch knew right then that he did not care what anyone said about him ordering Nairobi, she was his life and she was the best decision that he had ever made. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure that she was happy. He decided that he would talk to her about bringing her mother over from South Africa. She was the only family that Nairobi had ever talked about and he wanted his wife to be happy.
He did now want her to worry about what had happened to her mother or wonder each day if her mother were alive. He also knew how important it would be for her to have her mother with her when she had the baby. He smiled as he looked at Nairobi bouncing up and down on his lap. He grabbed her breasts as they jiggled and listened to the small moans that were escaping her lips. As she came she bucked wildly against him, causing him to fill her once again. They both knew that nothing would ever come between them and as Mitch wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down his shaft she knew what love was.
THE END
The Navy SEAL’s Knocked Up Email Order Bride
Chapter 1
Sloan Tiller got his final discharge papers for the military service he'd provided for the last twenty years. He didn't really want to retire, but with his parents dying in a car crash and him being the only heir to their company, he didn't want it to be sold off.
The only problem with the will, is they had expected him to be married and have a child by the time they'd died, and they never changed their will, so in order to inherit the company, he had to find a wife, and get her pregnant within six months of taking over the company.
He had no idea how he was going to do that, but the lawyer had suggested he look online, that maybe finding a bride on there would be a reasonable option.
His family had trained the elite guard dogs for the military, police, and law enforcement all over the country, and occasionally, foreign governments had even bought their dogs. Each dog was worth between twenty thousand dollars to as much as a hundred thousand dollars, depending on how much training they got. They produced numerous dogs per year, and had a full staff of trainers, an on call vet, and people to help feed and care for the dogs.
Sloan was used to the dogs, but he didn't enjoy the training part. He liked the results and had actually worked with more than one dog when he was in the Navy Seals to find drugs and nail drug lords on missions.
He missed his parents, and he didn't understand why having a child was so important to them. He'd never really wanted kids, but since this had been the only thing his parents had ever wanted from him, he decided to honor their wishes.
If he could find the right bride.
Sloan was the in charge, dominant type, and it made a lot of independent women turned off that he was a control freak who liked to be the main decision maker. It was a hard habit to break. He'd been in charge of his unit within a couple years of being trained as part of the elite force. He had natural leadership qualities, and it had left him struggling to compromise, as having his judgment questioned could have lead to the death of his men. They had trusted him. It made it hard to butt heads with women who needed to know why for everything constantly.
He'd always felt like a wife should be a supportive role, and he'd take care of her, protect her, he'd listen to her, but if he made a decision, he didn't want to argue about it all the time. He didn't like conflict. He wanted his woman to trust him enough to realize that any decision he made was in the best interest of both of them and the bigger picture, and he hadn't been able to find a woman who could trust a man that much.
Maybe an online bride really was the best way to go. He just didn't know where to start. His lawyer said he'd help him, but he had to move fast. If he only had six months to find a bride and get her pregnant, he couldn't waste time second guessing his decision in order to keep his family's business.
He just didn't want to see the dogs his family had spend close to fifty years working with go down the drain because someone who didn't know what they were doing bought it out and thought it sounded like a neat idea without really understanding what they were getting into.
He could do this. He would do this. He just needed a wife that wouldn't hate him for being the dominant ass he could occasionally be. Finding a special woman in such a short amount of time seemed like it was an impossibility, but if she was out there, he'd find her.
That's what he did.
Chapter 2
"I cannot believe you talked me into this Madison." Amy laughed as she checked her dating profile online and deleted all the emails from the men who just seemed like they were after sex.
Madison was Amy's older sister. Married older sister who thought Amy was being too reclusive and needed to get a life. Amy was a preschool teacher and she wasn't rich, but she was happy and content. She didn't really go out of her way to date anyone, but they lived in a small town and there weren't a lot of men to choose from locally.
"Wait, stop, go back. Look at that one. He's hot." Maddy told her sister and pointed to a man with a buzz cut, his arms crossed in jeans and a t-shirt who looked uncomfortable that his picture was being taken.
"He looks nice I guess. He doesn't seem too happy about his picture being taken." Amy observed and then clicked to read his profile.
Ex-military, owner of his family's business, looking for a wife. Not into wasting time.
"He seems like he wants to rush things a little bit." Amy said, unsure of his profile. He didn't sound like he really wanted a wife, but he made it clear he wasn't looking for a short time fling. He was blunt and to the point. She could appreciate that.
"Read his email before you make any judgments." Maddy told her sister and pointed at the little icon on the screen to go back to the inbox.
Amy shrugged, and opened his email. He was blunt and honest that he was looking for a wife, because of his parents will and explained the situation. That he could offer financial stability, children, and friendship that possibly could develop into more over time, but he wasn't unrealistic about the nature of what he was looking for. That he would expect monogamy and would give the same.
"Well, he's... honest." Amy muttered and then stared at his picture. Something about him made her almost want to respond. His email bordered on ridiculous. What kind of man just laid out everything like that so bluntly?
"Amy, he sounds perfect for you. You keep saying how you don't believe in love at first site, you want kids. I know you do. You're going to be thirty next year and you may not get a better offer than something like this. I think you should do it." Maddy grinned at her.
Madison was five years older and already had four children, and another on the way. She'd gotten married in college to her high school sweetheart, and her husband owned a construction company, and Madison worked as his personal assistant so she could bring her kids to work before they were in school. It worked for them, and they'd been madly in love for almost twenty years.
Amy just wasn't sure she believed in any of that. It seemed so farfetched that a lasting relationship could be built on a business type agreement, or the infatuation you feel as a teenager.
Yet, people did it every day, including her sister. She was just more jaded than that. The man she'd loved and met in college had been gay, and she'd caught him in bed with another man.
She was more hurt that he couldn't trust her enough to tell her the truth, than the violation of their bedroom. His being gay hadn't bothered her. It was the lack of honesty that had destroyed her emotionally and she'd shied away from men after that. She figured her judgment just wasn't sound.
"You need to get over Blake. It's time Amy, it's been almost ten years. You need to move on." Maddy told her gently. "Give this guy a shot. The worst that can happen is you change your mind and come back home and pick up where you left off."
"I'll consider it." Amy told her, although she'd decided that Maddy was right, and she'd give Sloan a shot.
She waited till Maddy went home for the night, and wrote him a response.
I read your email. I think honesty and friendship can be a good start of a relationship. While monogamy is nice and appreciated, honesty is more important to me than anything else. I understand why you are in a hurry to get a wife, and I'm willing to come out there for a week and see if the two of us get along. If we do, I'm open to the arrangement you are suggesting.
Amy
Hitting the send button, Amy took a deep breath and shut her laptop and went to bed for the night. She tossed and turned for hours, resisting the urge to go hit the refresh button to see if he'd replied yet.
Maddy was right, she needed to move on. At least this man was honest and upfront about his intentions for seeking a wife, and seemed to be blunt about everything. That type of honesty was rare. If they could go into a relationship knowing where they both stood and had chemistry, maybe, just maybe it would work.
She'd heard of worse ways to start a relationship.
Chapter 3
Sloan was waiting anxiously at the airport where Amy would be arriving shortly. It was an almost four hour flight because she was coming up from a small tiny town in Montana, to Eastern Washington where he lived. Montana wasn't that far away in the big picture, but the drive would have taken a couple of days, especially with snow, it was safer to fly.
He'd seen a picture of her, she had short cropped black hair that was really curly, pale white skin and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She looked like a pixie. When she walked out to the luggage area where he was waiting for her, he was surprised that she was so short. She was barely five feet and looked like a teenager. He knew she was almost thirty, they'd exchanged ID's online, along with all personal information before the trip.
She had on a bright purple Minnie Mouse t-shirt, a pink fluffy jacket with a black fur lined hood, and blue jeans with pink cowboy boots. On any other woman, the ensemble would have looked ridiculous, but on her, she looked adorable.
She grabbed her suitcases off the line, and they were almost as big as she was, he stepped forward to help her and smiled at her when she looked up at him.
"You're taller than I thought," She told him as she handed him one of his bags, and shook her head when he reached for the other. "I got it."
"You're shorter than I thought." He grinned at her, and then started to walk away to go to the truck out in the parking lot to take her back to the house.
"I get that a lot." She told him and followed him silently for the rest of the walk.
He loaded her bags in the back seat of the truck, and started the motor, waiting for the engine to heat up the cab.
"Was your flight okay?" He asked her as he rubbed his hands together, having forgotten his leather gloves.
"It was okay. I hope you weren't waiting for too long?" She said, the awkward conversation filling to car.
"Nope. We'll head back to my house, we have a hundred and fifty acres, we have a couple horses, some goats, but mostly, we do dogs. I can show you around when you're ready, but I don't advise messing with most of the dogs unless you're extremely experienced. We have a combination of German Shepherds and Belgian Shepherds, and many of them are nippy and are known to even bite our handlers during training. I have a personal dog that lives in the house with me." He told her as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Another Shepherd?" She asked him.
"No, a Chihuahua." He said and grinned at her.
"Well, that's... a small dog." She said blinking at him, realizing he'd managed to shock her. He was every inch a manly man, so to picture him with a tiny little laptop was an interesting mental image.
"Don't let him fool you, Fred is every inch the guard dog. He might only be a few pounds, but he can intimidate almost any of our bigger dogs. He rules the roost around here." Sloan grinned at her.
"Fred?" She asked, "Where did that come from?"
"Fred Astaire, I like old black and white movies." Sloan told her, "And my Fred is quite the little dancer."
"Interesting. I like black and white movies too. Cary Grant is one of my favorites old actors," Amy told him, glad they'd found something in common to talk about.
"Don't be surprised if Fred takes a while to warm up to you though, he usually doesn't like strangers." Sloan warned her.
"That's okay, I'm patient." Amy reassured him, and looked out the window. It took about forty-five minutes to drive out to his house from the airport, and the property and house surprised her.
Everything was immaculate, and the house was bigger than she thought it would be. It was a white, three story farm looking house with a full wrap around front porch with a wooden swing that looked like it had recently been repainted white.
"It's beautiful," She said in awe. "Did you grow up here?"
"Yes, I did, it was a good place to raise a kid. We have a creek on the back of the property that you can swim in during the hot summer months, and we have a pond that freezes in the winter that's about four feet deep, just enough to ice skate on." He told her as he pulled up behind the back of the house and parked.
"We have some cabins that our staff live in, off behind the kennels. We have about five people working here, and I have a house keeper who comes out once a week to help with the house. I'll introduce you to everyone when you're ready." He told her and grabbed her bags from the back as they got out of the truck.
Amy followed him up the stairs onto the porch and through the doors into the kitchen. It had white tiles, with yellow daisies and darker cabinets and counter top to offset the light walls and flooring. Stainless steel appliances had been installed, giving the kitchen an updated farm look.
He took her out of the kitchen through a small hallway to the stairs, he walked up the stairs while she followed him.
"We have the laundry and storage in the basement. It's the door off the kitchen, we have a half bath in the hall under the stairs, the master suite has another bathroom, and then there are two bathrooms, one in the hallway here, and one in the attic upstairs. It was turned into a mother-in-law apartment, but it's empty right now. When I was growing up, it was a play room." He told her and opened a door that had a double bed, dressers, a rocking chair and hardwood floors. It had rose colored walls and the bedding was white and lacey.
"This works, thank you," Amy told him as he set her luggage on the bed.
"The bathroom is across the hall. The master bedroom, if you need me, is down at the end of the hallway on the left. The door on the right is a large storage closet, and the other two bedrooms on the other side of this room are an office and another storage room since no one's using it, and the little door is the stairs to the attic." Sloan hesitated and looked at her, wondering if she'd let him kiss her yet and then decided to refrain. He found her attractive but he didn't want to scare her off either.
They heard barking and a small dog came running full speed into the room and then stopped and stared at Amy when he saw her. He had on a green sweater and Amy grinned at him.
"Cute, you dress him up?" She said and giggled.
"It gets cold, he needs a sweater," Sloan said, feeling a little defensive about dressing his dog up.
"Don't worry. It doesn't hurt your manliness that you play dress up with your dog." She patted his arm to reassure him and then knelt down and put her hand out to him and didn't move, letting the dog come to her.
Fred stared at her, and then inched forward to sniff her hand.
"Hi Fred, I'm Amy," She told him softly, as if she was talking to one of her preschoolers.
Fred looked up at her then bumped her hand with his head, wanting her to pet him. She scratched him behind the ears and then he jumped up on her legs where she'd kneeled down and let her hold him.
"Well, that's new," Sloan said, watching Fred cuddle with her and seemed to like her. Fred was normally very picky about people, so he took it as a good sign that his dog liked her.
"He's adorable," Amy told him and then rubbed the dogs head gently as she stood up to face Sloan. "I'll let you have him back. Thank you for letting me come out here. I appreciate your bluntness. I know we shared some of our history in emails, and you can understand why honesty is so important to me."
"Well, I promise you I'm not gay." Sloan told her, and smiled. He walked over to her to take the dog, and before he could stop himself, leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips as he plucked the dog out of her arms.
Amy gasped and watched him wink at her, and take the dog out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
She brought her hand up to her lips. They still tingled from the gentle kiss he'd given her.
Chemistry definitely didn't seem to be a problem on her side, she just hoped that whatever was between them, could blossom into something besides mutual physical attraction.
She wasn't sure sex was enough to make a relationship last.