All Chapters of The Marine Next Door II: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Some people just do not seem to know how to knock; now they can be glad they are who they are, for I would have laid my shit down on them in a second. My mood is at an all-time high in complete irritation, mainly with myself for being the wreck I am today. I have not been able to control a single one of my feelings since I woke up this morning.Well, the biggest reason is that Isabella and I have not spoken for nearly a week, so she has gone completely silent, yet I know where she is at least. I can say that I am satisfied to hear that she is staying with the wife of Lewis while they are going through their own little spat. I can only imagine the conversations they are having about the men in their life.Though I did speak to Anna yesterday, and she assured me that Isabella and the baby are okay. It is killing that we are spending so much time together with the closer it starts to get to the birth. I thought for some reason we could live as friends together, but it see

As we find ourselves sitting down at the main table adorned in complete white and the scent of lilies that attack our senses, I turn to my now wife and take her face gently between my hands. With only but a feather of a whisper, I look deep into those sparkling brown eyes."Boo, I know now that no matter where we find ourselves in our lives, at the present moments, that we have always been destined to be together." Then as a tear appear in the corner of her eyes and starts rolling down her cheek, I gently wipe it away and lean in closer, "Thank you for coming back. I think, yet I know, that I would simply have died if I did not see you walking through that door."She only but chuckles at me and pull my lips closer, "I love you, you crazy Marine. Your body might be broken, but your heart is right in the place where it needs to be."And with that, I hand her, and yes, it is white, and it is folded in a square."Oh god no!" she utters in complete surprise. "

…Isabella POV…I am twenty-eight weeks pregnant now.I am feeling all the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have not stopped counting how many times Clayton rubs my belly. But which is even more precious is when we go to bed in the evening, if he manages to keep his hands to himself, he finds the time to read 'The Cat In A Hat' to our little baby boy. I wish that he did not read that to him, for I find a cat wearing a bow tie and a hat very disturbing.But apart from this, he nearly has the nursery to the way that he wants it to be, though what I am surprised about is that he has not used as much blue as I thought he would do. But I can almost say that there is nothing that our little baby boy will lack, for he has gotten him every little thing you can think of that a baby will need.So, after not being able to keep his hands to himself and splashing around in the bath, we are now officially late for our appointment at the Doctor to

...Isabella POV…I have a rather excited Marine in front of me that can barely contain the smile on his face. It gives me great pleasure that I am the one that has put it there.But he has got one condition, which will come after we have lunch."Soldier we are meeting Anna at the pub, no buts.""Boo, I am in shock; I need to recover." He looks at me with pleading eyes, "Can we not make it another time?""No, you can recover on the way there.""But…"" Clayton Jackson, you are not getting out of this. If you want any, then you will come now."He gasps as he gets into the car, "That is called bribery, and we both know I am not.""Well, maybe I will change my mind.After much convincing, he finally agrees to have lunch with the girls. I love that he would do absolutely anything it is that I ask.Yet, "I am going to strangle you for making me come to this girly thing.""Stop complaining and

What was a scuffle between gentleman, which I had the upper hand, has now led into a stand-off. As I take a gentle spin on my heels, all that is staring me in the face is the barrel of Ruger. This leads me to advise him of only but two things, “If I was you, and god, I am glad I am not, for if you do not drop your fucking hands, you all will be finding yourself where the ray of the sun doesn’t reach.” For but a few seconds, I watch as he hesitates, yet, “I need not remind you who is the one better with the gun.” Yet he does not seem to take heed of my warning. So with only but a smirk on my face, I take my stance and step but two steps back. But as I make that single step, I see the fear creep into his hesitating face, though only but short-lived for a moment as he raises his voice, “Now, I suggest that you drop your gun while you are still able to walk