Jessica

“We got pregnant with Angel almost by accident. I was thinking it was just about time to go on birth control and wham-it happened. We wanted two children, but were thinking of spacing them out a little more. God and Angel had other plans.
I’m so glad. Bubba and Angel are so close in age and such good friends that I can’t imagine it any other way. But at the time, I was more than a little apprehensive about it. Once again, it worked out that Chris was preparing to leave just when I was due.
They say God only gives you what you can handle. Chris didn’t cope with crying babies very well. So either he paid the military to deploy him with each baby, or God was looking out for him with well-timed, newborn-avoiding deployments.
This time, the Team guy karma worked: the sonogram technician confirmed it was a girl several months into the pregnancy. She was going to be the first female born into the Kyle side of the family in eighty years. Which made her unique, and her grandparents particularly tickled.
Chris couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease them with the news.
“We’re having a boy,” he said when he called them back in Texas with the news.
“Oh, how nice,” they said.
“No, we’re having a girl.”
“Whoo-hoo!” they shouted.
“No, we’re having a boy.”
“Chris! Which is it!?”
“A girl!”
If they could have gotten away to visit us that night, I doubt they would have needed an airplane to fly.”
― Taya Kyle, American Wife: Love, War, Faith, and Renewal

“I loved them. True, I was scared to death getting on the damn thing. But once the pilot took off and we were in the air, I was hooked. It was a tremendous adrenaline rush—you’re low and fast. It’s awesome. The momentum of the aircraft keeps you in place; you don’t even feel any wind buffeting. And hell—if you fall, you’ll never feel a thing.”
― Chris Kyle, American Sniper

“Now, I never had ever had
Troubles before,
So I said to myself,
"I don't want anymore.”
― Dr. Seuss, I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew

“Apparently I’m the only one who thinks this is the worst fucking idea since horses,” Garrett says irritably.

“Horses?” Logan and Fitzy echo in unison.

“Like, horses in general?” Morris asks in confusion.

“As in, domesticating them,” he grumbles. “They belong in the wild. End of story.”

“Babe,” Hannah hedges in, “are you just saying that because you’re scared of horses?”

His jaw drops. “I’m not scared of horses.”

She ignores the denial. “Oh my God, it’s all coming together. That’s why you wouldn’t go to the Thanksgiving fair in Philly.” She glances at the rest of us. “My aunt and uncle wanted to take us to this festival thing with all these cool booths and a petting zoo…and horseback riding. He said his stomach hurt.”

Garrett visibly clenches his teeth. “My stomach did hurt. I ate too much fucking turkey, Wellsy. Anyway, I don’t like this.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Goal