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As he took her hands, crawled onto the bed beside her, she whispered, “Welcome home, Major”

Their unionwas a turbulent combination of love, passion and infatuation, as well as a blending of lives, old and new, past and present It left Millie breathless, spent and eager, knowing there were now years ahead of them Years upon years

With her head on his shoulder, twirling a fingertip in the fine hair on his chest, she whispered, “Seth?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What aet to the fort?”

“What do you mean?”

“They all thinkto tell them it’s Millie?”

He tugged her onto his chest with both ar fully atop him “We’ll tell then the divorce papers, and we fell in love”

She loved his sound so simple, yet had to say, “That’s not exactly—”

“That’s how I remember it”

He kissed the end of her nose and then sighed, understanding she needed more of an answer

“How many people called you Rosemary?”

Searching her mind, she finally said, “Well, no one really They either called me ma’am, Mrs Parker or the major’s wife”

“Mrs Parker,” he whispered, kissing her again

A lovely sigh left her chest, for it was a wonderful name “What if they hear you call me Millie? What if—”

“You worry tooher chin this time “No one knohat happened We can leave it that way if you want Even the few that do knoill never say anything”

She bit her bottom lip

“What is it?”

It was a silly thing to worry about when everything else was so perfect, but she had to admit, “I want to be me Millie”