Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance) by Scarlett Skye
Authors: Scarlett Skye
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all the people at the stable before. She always just wanted to pick up Leslie and get back. She turned off her lamp, and settled down in bed. She spent the night dreaming about cowboys, and was very interested in going back to the stable.
Three days later at the next riding lesson, Dianna tried to find an extra nice looking outfit. A long, flowing, light blue dress, hoping to see Jackson somewhere on the grounds. She had even stopped long enough to put on some makeup before she left. When she dropped the girl off, she got out of her car, and walked around some of the paths around the stable. But she didn’t see the cowboy. She got back into the car, slightly disappointed, and drove out to the park where she liked to work. After the lesson, she met up with Leslie, and went back to the car, trying to hide her disappointment and embarrassment. Leslie chattered happily the entire ride home, talking about a summer trip she wanted to take with her friends, and some kind of riding competition. Dianna made comments every now and then, to make it seem like she was paying attention, when really she wasn't. She was mentally berating herself for being so stupid. It was embarrassing really, she'd only seen him once, they barely spoke to each other, and here she was trying to show off to him. As if he really noticed her, or even cared if she showed up or not.
The next few weeks, Dianna started to get a lot more interested in picking up Leslie from the riding lessons. She still felt ridiculous, like a high school girl trying to hunt down a boy, but it never stopped her from trying. Many times Dianna would take an extra walk around, she didn’t always see Jackson, and sometimes she only saw him long enough to wave quickly as he went by. His face always breaking out into a huge smile when he saw her. Each time she had to remind herself that it didn’t mean anything special. He seemed like that sort of man who smiled at everyone.
One day, she sat in the car a little longer, after dropping Leslie off at the stable. She sat in the parking lot, watching the people walking around, when someone knocked on her window. She jumped slightly, surprised, and looked out. Jackson was leaning over her car. She smiled and lowered her window.
“We’re having a trail ride today,” Jackson said, standing next to the open window of the Volkswagen. “There’s an open spot if you want to come along while Leslie is having lessons. It will be fun.”
She felt torn. Horses were definitely not her favourite thing in the world, she wasn’t scared of them, but she didn’t like them. They always seemed so high-maintenance and fussy. But, she said to herself, it would mean spending more time with Jackson, even if there were other people around. And it was hard to make herself say no.
“I have a very sweet, gentle mare you could ride,” he added, hoping to convince her.
“Well, alright. That sounds like it would be nice,” she smiled at him, and got out of the Volkswagen. Thank goodness she had decided on pants today. She wasn’t entirely sure how well a dress would have worked on a horse.
“Follow me; I’ll make sure you’re all set up.”
They walked together to the tack building; he talked the whole way describing what the trail ride would be like. He said it was different looking at things from a horse than it was looking at them from the ground. She laughed, and agreed, to his surprise. Like everything else, it was all a matter of perspective.
Dianna looked around, curious about the place that could inspire such interest in Jackson, and her niece. She had never been in the tack building before. There were helmets and boots, and pieces of equipment she’d never seen before.
“This is the owner’s tack room,” Jackson said, pointing to the shelves around them, as they walked through.
Dianna turned around; Leslie’s bag
Three days later at the next riding lesson, Dianna tried to find an extra nice looking outfit. A long, flowing, light blue dress, hoping to see Jackson somewhere on the grounds. She had even stopped long enough to put on some makeup before she left. When she dropped the girl off, she got out of her car, and walked around some of the paths around the stable. But she didn’t see the cowboy. She got back into the car, slightly disappointed, and drove out to the park where she liked to work. After the lesson, she met up with Leslie, and went back to the car, trying to hide her disappointment and embarrassment. Leslie chattered happily the entire ride home, talking about a summer trip she wanted to take with her friends, and some kind of riding competition. Dianna made comments every now and then, to make it seem like she was paying attention, when really she wasn't. She was mentally berating herself for being so stupid. It was embarrassing really, she'd only seen him once, they barely spoke to each other, and here she was trying to show off to him. As if he really noticed her, or even cared if she showed up or not.
The next few weeks, Dianna started to get a lot more interested in picking up Leslie from the riding lessons. She still felt ridiculous, like a high school girl trying to hunt down a boy, but it never stopped her from trying. Many times Dianna would take an extra walk around, she didn’t always see Jackson, and sometimes she only saw him long enough to wave quickly as he went by. His face always breaking out into a huge smile when he saw her. Each time she had to remind herself that it didn’t mean anything special. He seemed like that sort of man who smiled at everyone.
One day, she sat in the car a little longer, after dropping Leslie off at the stable. She sat in the parking lot, watching the people walking around, when someone knocked on her window. She jumped slightly, surprised, and looked out. Jackson was leaning over her car. She smiled and lowered her window.
“We’re having a trail ride today,” Jackson said, standing next to the open window of the Volkswagen. “There’s an open spot if you want to come along while Leslie is having lessons. It will be fun.”
She felt torn. Horses were definitely not her favourite thing in the world, she wasn’t scared of them, but she didn’t like them. They always seemed so high-maintenance and fussy. But, she said to herself, it would mean spending more time with Jackson, even if there were other people around. And it was hard to make herself say no.
“I have a very sweet, gentle mare you could ride,” he added, hoping to convince her.
“Well, alright. That sounds like it would be nice,” she smiled at him, and got out of the Volkswagen. Thank goodness she had decided on pants today. She wasn’t entirely sure how well a dress would have worked on a horse.
“Follow me; I’ll make sure you’re all set up.”
They walked together to the tack building; he talked the whole way describing what the trail ride would be like. He said it was different looking at things from a horse than it was looking at them from the ground. She laughed, and agreed, to his surprise. Like everything else, it was all a matter of perspective.
Dianna looked around, curious about the place that could inspire such interest in Jackson, and her niece. She had never been in the tack building before. There were helmets and boots, and pieces of equipment she’d never seen before.
“This is the owner’s tack room,” Jackson said, pointing to the shelves around them, as they walked through.
Dianna turned around; Leslie’s bag
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