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“Of course! I got you.” I missed her hair, and she frowned but didn’t complain too much since I was getting her a snack.

A couple hours later, the guys walked in sweaty and shirtless with tool belts, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off Lincoln. His chest was sun kissed and glistening with a fine coat of sweat covering his muscles and scarred skin.

The sight always sent tingles up and down my spine. I was almost tempted to punch myself to remind myself he was indeed all mine.

He wasn’t a Seal anymore, but he was an instructor for the Navy and worked out every day.

We’d been lucky that we hadn’t had to leave San Diego, but I wasn’t naïve. I knew it was a possibility one day, and so did our two kids.

If we did, our little family would be ready.

Because that’s what we were—a family.

A team.

Together.