Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2)

by Whitney, Gina

  We’re going to see the doctor in the morning. I want to make sure you have the very best care. It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or girl. I just want you to be healthy. And if you turn out to be a broody lil alpha boy, I will hug you, smiling happily. If you turn out to be a bratty fresh lil girl. I will be there to show you the ropes. Boy do I know about being bratty. I just wanted to have this quick chat before any more drama gets in the way. Just know…above all, you’re loved and so is your daddy.

  I never considered myself a pussy, but I just became the biggest pussy in the history of pussies. I wasn’t going to waste another moment of our lives. She was going to be my wife. The mother of my child. She needed to know that now.

  I woke up to Beauty pulling on my cock with her naughty little lips. Yeah, I was hard. I always was in the morning. A big smile donned my face. Yeah, I was a sorry fucking sap…happily sorry, though. I grabbed her arm, pulling her to me.

  “Come lay with me before I have to go. We have forever to fuck.” I kissed her neck as she giggled. Fuck. I loved her laugh. It did shit to my insides.

  “You’re hard, though,” she sang out, excited. She was naturally horny, but the pregnancy has made her a beast.

  “I have to pee.” I lied. Well, that was half-true. I did have to pee.

  “Yeah, right!” Gia called me out on it. She knew I was full of shit.

  “I called the doctor and made an appointment for this morning,” I told her. After she had fallen asleep, I called the doctor and made an appointment. She said she’d be happy to answer any questions in her office.

  “Really?” She was shocked.

  “Really,” I confirmed. “Go shower. Or you won’t have time for crepes,” I reminded her. That did it. She jetted off the bed to get ready. I went to my guitar case, getting my boy. Tonight was our only show date and I wanted to plan something special. Paper and pen in hand…I wrote the rest of Gia’s new song. Now, I’m thinking it’s going to be for the baby. Yeah, definitely. So I wrote my little one a love song…

  The doctor visit was informative and mesmerizing. By her calculations, Gia was nearly two months along. Another month and she’d be out of the first trimester. Her nausea came and went throughout the whole day. Sometimes it hit early morning. While other times, at night. I was confused as to what caused it or why?

  We both had deep concerns about my past drug issues and her current medication to treat her bi-polar disorder. The doctor explained that often times, many people don’t know they’re pregnant early on. We also found out often times women being treated for bi-polar disorder can safely come off their meds. The hormones during pregnancy somehow balance out. She’d be monitored closely, though. If she needed something, there were safer medications that are acceptable during pregnancy. Not preferred, but acceptable. I wouldn’t say I was comforted by that. But I certainly felt better than I did. All and all, she said the baby should be safe.

  Our conversation was steered again toward morning sickness and food. “Maybe you’re not eating what you should be eating,” I told Gia, looking for the doctor to elaborate on what foods to eat and what not to.

  “It won’t matter what she eats. So let her eat what she can keep down and fill this prescription for when it’s not staying down.” She winked at Gia, handing me the script. Yeah, they were buddying up against me. Chance might as well have been there, that way it would be three against one. Gia was laying pant-less with a sheet draped across her bottom half. Her legs were spread wide and her ass was at the edge of the table.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.

  “What’s so funny?” She eyed me evilly. I motioned that I’d tell her later. The doctor would think I was a fucking pervert if I said what I was thinking.

  “What about sex?” I asked.

  “What about it?” She turned while between Gia’s legs. Damn. She was a feisty little sprite of a thing.

  “Can she have it? How often? When do you need to stop having it? And, umm…how does positions or roughness factor in,” I asked in one breath, shrugging.

  Gia’s face flushed crimson red. I was suddenly nervous. Did I say something wrong? I was new at this. I was only a few hours old. A mere fledgling. I looked to the doctor who looked equally offended as Gia’s arms crossed her chest. Damn.

  I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Completely fucking hilarious, women are. “See that? He does that biting thing with his gorgeous lips. That’s why I’m here with my legs open. He has this Dom juju that gets me to open them,” she huffed at the doctor.

  The doctor was now biting her own lip to keep from laughing. “Oh, I had one of those once upon a time. Had a helluva time, too!” she said sweetly, then addressed the both of us. “You can safely have sex up until the last trimester as often as you feel. To speak about the roughness, I wouldn’t be too aggressive. Gia will be a good determining factor. So I’d look to her to see what her comfort level is. In other words, she still holds the control.” She smiled winking at Gia.

  “Ha! I love you! I wish you had an office in the US.” They both laughed. I sat down, chuckling to myself. Why’d I ask? I shook my head at myself. I knew better. I did. It had to be the fledgling thing. It was fucking with my head.

  “From the feel of things, you can expect a mid-summer baby. A sonogram will give you better accuracy,” she explained.

  “Can we do that?” I popped up from the chair.

  “We sure can, but I won’t be able to tell you the sex. She’s too early in her pregnancy. But, you can hear the heartbeat.” She grinned. I loved the lady doctor, too. Too bad she didn’t have an office in Colorado.

  I held Gia’s hand as we listened to the first sounds of our baby. The doctor said it was a strong heartbeat, which was great. Then she explained how some say a quicker rate meant girl and a strong, low is a boy. We spent the remainder of the day arguing about that. I definitely heard low and strong. She was positive and bet her crepes it was a girl. I’d have this fight any time with her. As long as her and my baby were in my arms…

  I was told once to not let the shadows of my past darken the doorstep of my future. At the time, I didn’t realize the weight those words would carry. However, I did that night.

  My beauty was in a red dress that hugged her every curve deliciously. She was a sexy vixen and she knew it. While getting dressed, she said she was going to dress pregnant- sexy-chic. Whatever the fuck that meant. I didn’t want to lose another argument with her about her body and what it made me feel. Hot. It didn’t matter what she wore. It was her. Not the clothes. Okay. I got it. She’d dress sexy for me as long as she could pull it off.

  Chance was telling her to pray she carried small. But if she didn’t, no biggie. He knew someone who knew someone. I wanted to choke that plaid-sock-wearing-motherfucker. It took an hour to get Gia out of her funk. She was depressed about gaining weight. It had always been one of her many demons. I knew as much. Fuck knows I’ve got a battalion of them myself.

  Before our stage prayer, I announced our engagement and Gia’s pregnancy. Jake, Woody, and Dave were the first to congratulate us. It genuinely showed on their faces. That felt good. Ender was still moody and standoffish. He just said good luck and walked back to his girl. I wasn’t going to let that jealous motherfucker get in my headspace.

  That night, we would put the band before our personal grievances, which was fucking fine with me. We didn’t have the time for another argument that would certainly lead to my fist in his face. He had his girl with him. I didn’t care much for her. She had that permanent sour-lemon-smirk-face and a dress that barely covered her fake-ass tits. Either she thought she was better than she was, or was pissy about Gia and me not being so welcoming. Fuck her. I didn’t like her. More than likely, she sold those pics to the tabloids. Which meant she was a money whore. There was definitely something off about her. I didn’t have the time at the moment to figure it the fuck out so I asked Gia to steer clear. Yeah, it was hard for her considering Cindy wasn’t there
and she was the only girl, but I just had a feeling this chick was a problem. Call me crazy, you wouldn’t be the first.

  Before entering the stage, I kissed my beauty. “I love you, baby.”

  “Love you, caveman. Have a great show. Kick fucking ass.” She clapped alongside Chance and Commando. Between the two of them, she’d be safe.

  The stage was darkened. Its only source of light was the goth candles across it. “Buona sera Italia! Che cazzo di roccia!” I greeted them to deafening cheers. Good evening Italy! Let’s fucking rock! We rocked our opening set. Even Ender was smiling—always the consummate professional. We had to in order to attain the success we have. We had an oath to our fans. To each other as musicians. And we took that seriously.

  The crowd’s energy filled me with electricity. Being on stage was my purpose in life. It was where I felt alive. It got me higher than any drug. Our brand of music was influencing other genres. There was no greater compliment. We were the lucky ones to be so well connected and plugged-in with our fans. Because of our fans, we were finally enjoying the fruits of our labor. Somehow, the jealousness, arguments, and the pettiness seemed worth it. We lived and died for this moment.

  Since it was our last show, it was going to be a pyrotechnics’ wet dream. We were going to go out with a bang. Dave wanted this show to make history. We agreed. It was our first European tour, but not the last. However, you don’t get many firsts in life. Fuck yeah. We’d make this a memorable show.

  “We recorded this a few month ago. Let me know how you like it,” I said, returning the mic to its stand and grabbed my guitar. “Promise me,” I said, beginning the melody.

  Promise me you’ll try

  To leave it all behind

  You…you…you…

  The only way is to let my guard down

  Stay with me…

  This is what we need

  This heart, it beats

  Beats for you

  My heart is your heart

  What am I gonna do with you—everything.

  I turned and winked at my beauty. She was positively beaming. Ah. She was my own personal sunshine. Ender stepped up smiling. I nodded. I guess he was feeling the music as I did. We had a legacy to uphold. The next sixty minutes flew by, leaving me sweaty. I grabbed the towel they put out for me on Woody’s set and wiped my face and neck. Fuck those lights were blazing hot.

  We were surrounded by a circus of people that had our souls on fire. I asked the band to hang back while I brought Gia on stage. I wanted to publicly announce our happy news and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it.

  “Everyone out there all right? I can’t hear you?” I asked, pumping them up. The response was ear-shattering. A single beam of light reflected off a stool I had brought out. “Please welcome my fiancée.” I held out my hand as she sauntered out, smiling. Yeah, that’s my beauty. And that’s the smile that owns my fucking beating heart. Woody provided a rolling drum beat for effect. She flipped him off playfully. The crowd loved it, screaming “Gia!”

  It was only a reaffirmation of my love for her. Proof of that love was properly seated on her finger, throat, and in her swollen belly. I smiled down at her, lifting her up onto the stool. “This is a lullaby for my beauties. Can you figure out why I’d be singing one?” I said while rubbing Gia’s belly gently.

  What I need is more than affection

  Show me…trust me…believe in me.

  I’ve made mistakes I’m just a man,

  But when I see you sleep, touch your hair, hold close

  I know that you’re my always….

  There’s no denying when I look in your eyes that girl it’s you

  You’re my always…

  The crowd was silent—affected. I only hoped my beauty felt the love that was inside of me. I was about to end the song with a kiss to her belly. I kneeled and saw Chance and Commando running on to the stage. What the fuck. They were screaming. Waving their hands. Commando threw Chance to the floor. Gia turned in their direction, wide-eyed.

  “Get on the ground now!” Commando yelled. “The laser’s on you.” He pumped his arms trying to get to us faster.

  Laser? I stood, looking at my shirt. A red laser agitated across my shirt. I looked up to see where it was coming from as I grabbed for Gia.

  She screamed as shots rang out, tackling me to the floor. Commando was on top of her. Security stormed the stage and the lights were turned on within seconds. The blinding light in my eyes made it hard to see. Over the cries of fans, my own screams weren’t heard. Commando yelled out orders to surround us. The team closed in quickly.

  “Beauty,” I whispered in her ear. Nothing. She probably couldn’t hear me. Commando peeled himself off us. We were safe. Thank fuck! He took doing his job to a whole new level. Definitely worth every penny. He grabbed, Gia helping her up. I didn’t mind his hands on her that time.

  “Oh em gee,” Chance screamed. He pointed to a listless Gia. What the fuck was he pointing at? She more than likely got the wind knocked out of her. Oh. Fuck the baby. That fucker probably crushed her. I got to my knees quickly as Renee laid her on her back.

  What the fuck? “Why is there blood? Whose blood is that?” I screamed. We looked at our shirts. Yeah, I had some. I pulled up my shirt checking. Nothing. Then, I realized it was hers. She was so still. White. My world as I knew it no longer existed. I kneeled over her, screaming. I had no idea what I was screaming. Nothing made sense.

  I was pushed out of the way by paramedics. They were saying, “Apply pressure to stop the bleeding.” Another one covered her face with a mask, gently squeezing the bag at the end. Was she breathing?

  “Is she fucking breathing? Someone talk to me…” I looked up and Chance was crying. Woody was white as a ghost, making the sign of the cross. Jake’s head kept shaking no… no…no. Ender was quietly looking on, holding his crystal rosary he always wore.

  No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. I held her bloody hand. You stupid, stupid girl. Why would you jump in front of me? I’m supposed to save you…you. Not the other way.

  “Sir, we have to move her now.” They pulled her away from me, putting her on a stretcher and running off the stage. Please, I just want to hold her hand.

  “She’s pregnant,” Chance screamed out. The baby…

  “I’ve got to go with her,” I yelled out to no one in particular. Chance nodded in agreement. I jumped up, running with him and the medical crew and left what was meant to be one of the greatest nights behind me.

  I was never ashamed of my tattoos and piercings until I stood in the hospital waiting room. People didn’t understand. They judged. A scar meant the hurt was over and the wound was closed. Or at least that’s what I thought. So why did it feel that my wounds were open? My scars unhealed for everyone to see. I conquered my pain, learned my lessons, grew from them, and was trying to move forward in a positive way. My tats were my triumph. Something to be proud of. Why did I feel I was held hostage? That life had one more lesson for me to learn. When was the light going to enter and heal me?

  Chance walked over with some coffee, looking pale and scared to death. Yeah, I was scared, too. “We’ve got a confirmation on who fired the shots.” He frowned. “They have Morgana in custody,” he said and offered the coffee to me. I didn’t accept it. I couldn’t drink anything at that moment. “I have something I need to tell you,” he said, shaking.

  “What else, Chance?” I didn’t have the mindset to deal with one of his meltdowns.

  “I’m the one that’s been feeding Morgana the information,” he blurted out, taking a step back. What the fuck? I watched as his tears began running down his face.

  “You better start fucking talking now!” I stepped closer. Jake, Ender, and Woody got up quickly. I was going to beat him to fucking death. Him! He did this.

  “Please, Abel. I’m begging you to listen.” He wiped his tears as Ender stepped between us.

  “Tell me this fucker isn’t in on this,” Ender said to me, poin
ting at Chance.

  I didn’t say anything. I could only stare at the one who betrayed me.

  “Talk, fucker,” Ender said to Chance. Woody and Jake moved closer, surrounding him. I hoped they did me the favor of fucking killing him. However, the story Chance told us rocked my fucking world once again.

  The air in the room shifted and my world tilted, sending me straight to hell. Fuck. My stomach dropped, my throat squeezed tighter, and I couldn’t breathe. I gulped for a breath of air, holding my chest. Fuck. My heart couldn’t take any more. Was my life going to be one of never ending pain? Then I remembered something, and all made sense: Don’t let the shadows of your past darken the doorstep of you future…

  My face grew numb with tears. My heart—black with fury. The door opened and the doctor approached. “Mr. Gunner?” he asked sympathetically. “Does Ms. Mastro have family here? I’ll need to speak with them.” He pulled a pen from this white coat.

  “No, they’re dead. There’s only me.” I got to my feet. I was all she needed. I’d never consider her mother family. She wasn’t a mother.

  “I’m Dr. Garcia.” He shook my hand.

  Dave, Woody, Jake, Ender, and Chance stood silently by my side—Woody, with his hand on my shoulder in silent support. We weren’t supposed to be there. She wasn’t supposed to be there.

  “Is she okay? Can I see her?” My voice broke and Woody’s hand squeezed. Fuck, my chest was starting to hurt. I rubbed, it trying to relieve the pressure.

  “I’m sorry. No. You can’t see her. She’s in surgery,” he said sympathetically. “Thankfully, the shot was clean. The bullet didn’t hit any major organs or arteries. We’re just closing now. But, she’s lost a lot of blood. What blood type are you?” he asked. What blood type?

  “A+ positive. Why?” I was ready to do whatever was needed.

  “She could use your help. The hospital is running low on A+ and by the time we…”

  “I’ll do it! Whatever she needs, it’s hers.” I started rolling up my sleeves and turned to my friends. “If anything happens to her. I swear to fuck.”