Resilient Love (Navy Love Series Book 3) Read Free

emotions.
    Sitting out here in this big ocean gives a man nothing but unlimited amounts of time to think. Three months at sea and Joanna Fuentes is the only constant thing on my mind. I miss her more than anything. And pray every night that once I get home, she’ll give me the chance to make things right between us.
     

     
    I feel like I’ve gone through different stages of emotions in dealing with the miscarriage.
    That month Jo and I weren’t speaking before I left to come on this deployment, I was angry. Pissed off at her for not including me, not telling me, and for having no intentions of telling me. I was angry at God for taking our baby away. Irate at any and every one. I withdrew and pulled away from my friends.
    It took Marshall handing me my ass to straighten up. And while his ass chewing did curb my lashing out towards friends and people at work, I still wasn’t my normal self.
    I fought with how to be happy when I had so much rage inside me.
    I thought the deployment and space would help. That was one of the reasons I volunteered to go.
    While the anger boiled on the surface, deep inside I was concerned for her; I was just too selfish to show it.
    The first month out at sea, my anger simmered down and I grieved. I mourned the loss of a child I didn’t know; one I’d never get to meet. My sorrow was for not only the child but also for Jo.
    It was in that month that I realized just how selfish I acted.
    I do still feel that I had a right to be angry, but that shouldn’t have outweighed my concern for Jo. And I was concerned. But in the heat of the moment, I reacted to my anger before considering just how difficult the situation was for her.
    The fourth month, where I’m currently at, I’m beginning to accept what happened.
    I’m from a small town in southern Georgia located smack dab in the middle of the bible belt. My parents, along with the rest of the town folk, take religion very seriously.
    It took a discreet email to my dad, one where the reasoning behind my crazy emotions was left unsaid. His reply was simple.
    Look to the scripture when you’re struggling son. Know that God is there to guide you through any challenging times.
    After taking his advice and reading through some of my favorite scriptures, I felt, for the first time in months, a sense of peace wash over me.
    My focus now is to get through this deployment and get home. I’ve got unfinished business to attend to regarding a sexy, tanned leg, brunette beauty.
     

     
    Jo
    One Month Later
     
    Reed and Miller storm into my apartment, using the spare key I kept at Tessa’s house.
    Everyone has known something was wrong with me since before J.C. left. However, no one knows what caused my sudden withdrawal from my friends and the disappearance of my outgoing and fun personality.
    When the two came in, they found me curled up on my couch with copious amounts of trash piled up around my normally clean apartment. They had decided it was time to make me talk, if not to them, to someone.
    Reed paced around the messy living room, continuously running a hand through his hair.
    “What’s going on with you, Jo? You can’t keep doing this to us. We’re all worried about you.” I can hear the pain laced in his voice. He glances around the room, taking in the disaster of my living space. Normally I would be ashamed but I’m too numb to care about my cleanliness.
    It was never my intent to worry any of my friends, but I was too scared to tell them what I’ve been going through.
    “Reed, why don’t you give us a few minutes to talk?” Miller says.
    He gives a short nod then walks out on the patio.
    We sit in silence for a few moments, both of us already aware of the magnitude this conversation will carry.
    Miller is a close friend, she was the one who stayed and took care of me after the D&C procedure. She also happens to be another sailor at our command. She’s the only one who knows the reasoning behind my depression, and I know I’ve