"Um, there is something else I need to tell you," Fatima whispered after their hugs.

"Okay, baby, you can tell me anything, okay?" he said gently.

"Um, it's about Turner," she began quietly. Rountree instantly felt sick to his stomach. He pulled her next to him on the bed. "Um, I was debriefing him, and he grabbed my ass, he said I was hot, and he asked me out," she whispered, shame in her eyes.

"I'm gonna kill him," Rountree muttered.

"I said 'No, I have a boyfriend,' so he smacked my ass and said you'd never know," she sobbed quietly. Rountree gently wrapped an arm around her. "I said if he didn't leave me alone I would kick him in the nuts, he got scared and ran off," she squeaked.

"Oh, baby, oh, sweetheart. It's okay, I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm mad at him, not you. You understand that, right? I don't want you to think for a second that I'm upset with you for that," he murmured, pulling her close.

"I know, I just feel so bad," she sobbed. Rountree caressed her back and kissed her cheek.


Rountree was feeding Fatima, just to spoil her. He loved babying her, even though she pretended to hate it. They ended the night curled up in the bed together, cuddling and comforting each other.