Pregnant To The Navy Seal(6)

Holland lay in bed listening to the rhythmic ticking of his clock. The noise had always soothed him to sleep, but tonight it simply provided comfort in the darkness. No matter how many times he had been stationed overseas, Holland had always readjusted after a few weeks. He would have thought that coming back to America would have been the easiest readjustment to make of all. Still, six months later here he lay, wondering what his buddies back in Fussa were doing. Rolling over Holland caught sight of the slip of paper his mother had given him earlier. He pulled out his iPad, at least looking Donna Reeth up would settle his minimal curiosity as to what she looked like.

Opening up a search engine page, Holland typed in her name and phone number. The first hit was her Facebook page. Clicking the link, Holland was greeted with a close up picture of a bleached blonde with equally bleached teeth. He glanced over her profile. She was two years younger than him at thirty four, but she looked much younger. She listed her favorite books as “Eat, Pray, Love” and “The Twilight Saga.” That was all Holland needed to know before he went to his own Facebook page and closed the book on Barbara’s daughter for good.

Holland’s Facebook page was minimal, he kept it that way on purpose. He had always been a believer of not giving up more information than was necessary to Big Brother. His sister had always accused him of being paranoid, but Holland wouldn’t budge, he was sure that someone, somewhere, was keeping tabs on everyone.

As Holland stared momentarily at the cover image he had posted of the horizon in Fussa. Just as he went to navigate away from the page he noticed a small ad on the right side of the page.

Meet the most beautiful Japanese women.

Hundreds of Japanese ladies seeking romance,

love and marriage.

Holland laughed under his breath, but before he knew what he was doing he had clicked on the link. As soon as the page pulled up, Holland couldn’t help shaking his head at its stereotypically Asian design. He had never visited a mail order bride site before, he’d never even thought about it.


Hello, Friend!

A small box popped up on the corner of the screen. Holland paused, unsure whether it was an automated message.

Are you still there? I would like to be chatting with you.

Holland moved the cursor in to the text box and typed.

I am here.

There was another pause. Holland clicked the link at the top of the page, “Our Brides.”

Hello! My name is Miko! I am very happy to know you!

Holland chuckled at the broken English. It sounded so very much like someone trying to bait him in.

Hello, Miko. My name is Holland.

He hesitated for a moment before adding:

I am also very pleased to meet you!

Scrolling down the page, Holland looked through the profile pictures of the girls. They were all dressed very stereotypically, an attempt to lure in the weirdos, Holland thought.

Are you living in America, Holland?

Holland nodded as he typed back.

Yes, I live in Texas. Where do you live?

As he sent the message, Holland caught sight of a round faced, pink cheeked girl and clicked her picture.

MEET MIKO!

Holland frowned as he examined the picture closely, was this the same Miko he was talking with?

I am from Chiba. This is a city in Japan.

Holland smiled at his iPad screen.

I have been there. I lived in Japan for two years!

Looking down at Miko’s profile, Holland saw that her city listed was Chiba. His eyes flitted back up to her picture, could this really be the girl he was chatting with? Her plump pink lips offered up an innocent smile and the round apples of her cheeks lifted high, causing her almond eyes to squint.

That is great! Would you like to chat on video?

Holland sat up slightly in bed. Here it was, here was where she asked for his credit card number or gave him a 1-900 number to dial.

I can call you on Skype!

This second message made him curious. There would be no money in it for her to call him on Skype. Reaching over he turned on the bedside lamp.

Okay! But I am in bed so I might look a bit rough!

Holland sat completely upright and propped his iPad up on his knees.

Oh I am so sorry! I can call another time?

It would make sense for her to call when he was more prepared, but now Holland was curious as to exactly who he was talking to.

I don’t mind. I would like to see your face?

Holland waited for her reply.

I would like to see you also.

Suddenly Holland began to feel very nervous. What if the girl calling him was the same girl as the one in the picture? What was he doing? What did he plan to do? He wasn’t looking for a wife!

My Skype is AFHolland1746998

He waited anxiously. A few minutes passed in silence and just as Holland was debating running to the bathroom, his iPad began to ring.

Incoming Skype Call from LotusBlossom88

Holland could feel his heart begin to race. It was too late to back out now!

“Hello?” There was the sound of a microphone moving and then a video screen popped up. Sure enough, there, smiling back at him was the same girl from the picture on the website. She waved frantically.

“Hello! You can see me?” Holland nodded with a smile.

“Yes, I can see you. Can you see me?” She nodded.

“Yes! I can see you. You are very handsome man.” A red blush flushed her cheeks as she covered her mouth with her hand and laughed quietly.