Billionaire Baby Bump

by Chance Carter

  “That is true.” He followed her gaze to the pair. “That dog isn't returnable, is it?”

  “Where are you going to return him to? The woods? He was a stray.”

  “So what you’re saying is my daughter is basically a tamer of wild animals, like the kid out of the Jungle Book?”

  “Yes,” Jenny nudged him with her toe again, “except she's the West Virginia version.”

  * * *

  Roy couldn't sleep.

  He kept a close eye on the hospital clock on the wall, watching as the minutes ticked away. Hospital rules at the small, Ombrea hospital dictated only two hours a day be allotted for visitors. Roy was absolutely fine with that as long as those two hours hurried up and actually got here

  He knew Jenny would come for visiting hours. In fact, he couldn't wait for her to get here and see him. She always seemed to find a way to make him feel better, and with the way his shoulder was throbbing, he needed a little of her charm.

  “Hey, stranger,” she muttered softly as she finally appeared through the hospital room door. Her easy smile made him feel much better already. “How are you feeling today?”

  He winced as he tried to sit up a little higher. “I feel like I maybe got shot yesterday.”

  She chuckled at his joke. “That’s how bad it feels, is it? Sounds like you’re just being a little overly-dramatic there, Peters.”

  He smiled as he patted the space on the sheets beside him. The chair at his bedside just wouldn't do. He needed her as close as possible. He was grateful when she climbed in on his good side. He awkwardly used his good arm to reach across her shoulders and held her tight. It wasn't the best way to embrace her but anything else would just have to wait until he healed.

  They lay there in comfortable silence for a time. He tried not to think about how the minutes were ticking away on their visiting time. If he had his way, she could stay here with him while he recovered and there would be no time limit to consider.

  “Isabelle really did a fine job picking all those wildflowers,” Jenny murmured at his side. She reached out a hand and gently touched a petal with her fingertip. “They're beautiful.”

  “They’re my favorite gift. They do a grand job at brightening up this little space,” He responded. He took a moment as he watched her face.

  Roy couldn't believe how beautiful Jenny truly was. He had to admit, when he had first seen her he had thought so, too, but her attitude toward Joey had quickly dashed any thoughts he’d had in that regard.

  Since he had gotten to know her better and began working with her to free Joey, his opinions about her beauty had definitely returned. Except now, he knew the woman that lay beneath, and that made her even more appealing to him than he had first anticipated.

  “I don't remember receiving a gift from you,” he teased gently. He liked how her lips curved into a smile when she looked back at him.

  “I had a special one in mind for you.”

  “Yeah?” he smirked. “What happened to it? Did it get lost in the post?”

  He was concerned when her smile faded.

  “What's up? Did I say the wrong thing?”

  “You made a bad joke, but it's not the worst one I've ever heard you make.”

  Her smile still hadn't brightened very much. He lifted his good arm so she had no choice but to roll over against him. Her face was mere inches from his. As much as he wanted to kiss her right then, he resisted for the time being until he could get to the bottom of this problem.

  “What's going on, Jen?”

  “Nothing.”

  “It's not nothing. I know you too well by now to believe that. You've got something on your mind.”

  He heard her sigh heavily. She curled in even closer to him if that were even possible. Her breath tickled his stubbled cheek.

  “I wanted to ask you something. That was what my gift to you was going to be.” She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. He figured she was trying to come up with the right words. “Except it seems cheesy and rather dumb to be asking, now that I’m actually here.”

  “Then, in that case, you really do have to ask.”

  “Fine,” she drew out the word and he laughed.

  “If you don't tell me, I can't force it out of you. You’ll just have to take pity on an injured man, and just tell me what this question is.”

  “Fine,” she repeated. She took a big, deep breath and closed her eyes. A moment passed before she got her wits about her and looked back into his face. “Would you ever considering living with me?”

  “No,” he told her in response.

  Her face fell. “But I guess that means that it's about time I got round to asking you something.”

  She stared up at him again.

  “Okay,” she said in a small voice.

  “I won't come live with you, especially not in that big, bright, hell-hole of a city you call home. But I need to ask you one thing. Would you come and live with me at the cabin?” he asked.

  “Yes!” Jenny looked overjoyed by his question and he was glad for it.

  His doubts had told him now that the case was over, she might have wanted to run back to the Big City and back to her fashion career. He had given it some thought while he had been waiting for her arrival, but he had been unwilling to give up his whole life for the bright lights of the city. He knew he could never grow to be comfortable in a place like that, even it did mean he might have to give up Jenny.

  “So that's it then?” He asked before he planted a soft kiss on her lips. “We’re actually going to do this?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed against him happily. “We’re going to live happily ever after. I'm sure of it.”

  He smiled into her hair as Jenny shifted her position so that she could rest her head against his chest.

  “This just feels so right,” he heard her murmur.

  “You're telling me. I never thought anything like this would ever happen.” He raised his bad arm, wincing when the feeling of discomfort seemed to shoot right down to his hand. He used that hand to smooth her hair back from her face.

  It just felt so right to have her there beside him. He never wanted to let her go again.

  Chapter 34

  A couple of days later, Ben Gatrall called to tell Jenny he would be returning to Ombrea again that afternoon.

  She had been pleasantly surprised, considering how little time had passed since he had returned home. She offered him the use of one of the cabin's guest rooms, which he had gratefully accepted. She didn't think Joey would mind if Isabelle roomed in with him for just one night, especially when it was the police commissioner who was coming to stay.

  Before he ended the phone call, Ben told her he would be holding a press conference at the bandstand in the Town Center, to ensure that the business surrounding Chloe Dale's death was put to rest once and for all. Jenny didn’t know what to say.

  Joey's release had signified the end of the case, as far as she was concerned, but she could understand that the public needed to know the truth as well.

  That afternoon, she drove Joey, Roy, and Isabelle into town for the press conference. They met Commissioner Gatrall just as he was about to head onto the stage. He shook each of their hands and directed them to a row of chairs marked reserved at the front of the bandstand.

  The press conference had not been underway long when the police commissioner asked for Joey Dale to join him front and center. Jenny encouraged her nervous younger brother to take the stage, clapping along with the rest of the crowd as he headed up the bandstand steps and met the Commissioner on stage.

  “Now having been cleared of all charges, I would like to present you with your badge and gun,” Ben said as he reached to a table beside him for the items. “You can report for active duty as soon as you are ready. I want to apologize for the actions of the Ombrea Police Department. You did not deserve the treatment you had to endure. I hope that the reactivation of your service helps to bridge the gap between you and the force.” Ben extended his han
d to Joey one last time. “Officer Dale, the town of Ombrea needs good men like you.”

  “I'd be honored,” Joey told him.

  He was clearly thankful to the police commissioner for hearing out his case and agreeing to grant him his freedom. That he had his job back was just the icing on the cake.

  As Jenny watched Joey accept his weapon and police badge, she couldn't help but feel proud. He had come such a long way. He had overcome his rough past and was turning his life around for good. She truly believed there was nothing Joey Dale couldn't do now.

  She reached over and took Roy's hand tightly within her own. She was grateful he had been released from the hospital in time to make it to the ceremony. It wouldn't have felt right to be celebrating this special moment without him here.

  She could feel his gorgeous eyes on her and raised her eyes to meet his. She could tell he loved her and she couldn't imagine a better feeling. She couldn't imagine her life without him anymore. That he had survived was a miracle, and one for which she would be forever thankful.

  “I love you,” he murmured as he leaned in and softly kissed her lips.

  “I love you too,” Jenny whispered.

  Jenny already knew what was going to happen next. Ben had met with her at the cabin moments before she left to collect Roy from the hospital. She was eager to be on her way, but Ben told her it was important, so she had gave him her full attention.

  What Ben was about to say was the best thing she had heard since she had been told Joey would be released from jail.

  “Ombrea residents, there is one last piece of information I wish to share with you today. As you are aware, your town is now without a police chief. No police service should operate without a leader, and so I present to you today your new police chief.”

  Jenny was beaming

  “Roy Peters.”

  Roy couldn't believe what he was hearing.

  The crowd was cheering for him, calling him a hero. He was just happy to have it all behind him.

  Jenny took his hand and helped him to his feet. He could barely feel his legs, but he knew they were moving as she helped him onto the bandstand. He swallowed hard to steady his nerves as he walked across the stage towards the police commissioner.

  “Roy Peters, ladies and gentlemen.”

  Roy could hardly believe the cheering. He had been hiding out in his cabin for so long he had forgotten how many friends he had in Ombrea.

  “I know this must come as something of a surprise to you, Roy,” Ben began.

  “It’s a surprise, all right,” Roy said. You sure you’re doing the right thing?”

  “One hundred percent. I’ve always known the kind of man you are, Roy. There isn't a man here better suited for the position.”

  Roy was honored, but daunted. He had been off the force for a very long time.

  “Come on, son, say you’ll take the job.”

  Roy held the older man's gaze, still unsure of himself.

  “Roy! Roy! Roy! Roy!, the crowd chanted in unison.

  He glanced down to Jenny. She was his family now, and he would do whatever she thought was best for him. She nodded, and her gentle smile gave him the confidence he needed to go on.

  “Okay.”

  Roy held up his hands and the crowd's roar dulled down to a murmur.

  “I will accept the position. I would be honored to be your new police chief.”

  * * *

  Two weeks later, the dust had settled.

  The whole town looked brighter as Jenny and Isabelle drove to the police station. People raised their arms to wave to them as they passed. The once disapproving faces were now warm and friendly. She finally felt like she belonged.

  “We're here!”

  Isabelle's excitement broke her train of thought.

  Joey stood at the top of the stairs awaiting their arrival. He was dressed in full uniform, his short, blonde hair caught under a black police cap. He was no longer the scrawny, teenage boy with the permanent scowl. He was a respectable man with a solid career.

  Isabelle raced up the steps and jumped into his arms. Joey was a single father now. It would be challenging, but he was up for the task.

  “Hey, sis.” Joey said, beaming. “How do I look?”

  He spun around in a full circle with Isabelle still in his arms.

  “Meh. Not bad. You would look even better if you just...”

  She lifted off his police hat and ruffled up his hair with her hand until it stuck up at odd angles.

  “There. That's better.”

  “Dad!” Isabelle giggled as she struggled free of his arms, “Aunt Jenny made you look like a hedgehog.”

  * * *

  Roy looked up when he heard a knock at his office door.

  He was grateful to see Jenny there. It had felt like too much time had passed since he had left her in bed this morning.

  He walked across the room and took her into his arms. He kissed her gently at first and then more passionately.

  “Slow down there, Chief,” she said, giggling.

  “I came to see if you needed any help sorting out your new office.”

  Together, they looked over the room. He thought he had done a good job making it his own. He and Joey had thrown a new coat of white paint on the walls the night before. This morning, he had proudly hung up a few of his old service medals.

  “It looks great in here.”

  He pressed his lips to hers when she raised her head to meet his gaze.

  “You belong here. The people of Ombrea are lucky to have you.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  Having this beautiful woman at his side was the best feeling in the world.

  Roy pushed the office door closed with one hand.

  His first line of duty would be to show Jenny Dale what it was like to have Roy Peters in charge.

  Epilogue

  Jenny looked at Roy in his handsome new uniform and felt a wave of desire wash over her.

  "You look so official and confident,” she said, blushing.

  “You think I look like a chief?”

  “You look like my chief,” she said.

  He took a step toward her and grabbed her in his arms, lifting her in his arms and spinning her around. Then he put her down on his office desk.

  “Oh, officer,” she cooed, “am I under arrest?”

  “That depends,” he teased. “Have you been naughty?”

  She nodded coyly as he ran his finger along her lips.

  He leaned in and crushed his lips against hers, kissing him with a passion that told her she was going to be with him forever. She had no doubt. There are certain things you can tell in a man’s kiss, and the way he was kissing her right then told her everything she needed to know.

  She was going to be his woman, now and forever, and there was no longer any doubt of that.

  “What if someone catches us,” she said, glancing toward the door.

  Roy went and shut the blinds, giving them more privacy. Then he walked determinedly across the room and grabbed her again, pushing her back on his desk and lifting her legs up onto it.

  “Now, I believe I was about to take you into protective custody,” he said.

  “Is that what you call it?”

  He smiled at her then, and began running his hands up over her thighs beneath her dress. He reached all the way to the pink lace panties she was wearing and ripped them off her.

  “Officer, is this a strip search?” she giggled.

  He laughed and leaned down between her legs, running his tongue along her calves, her thighs, all the way up to the bare lips of her pussy.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, lifting her feet up off the table and resting them on the backs of Roy’s shoulders.

  His tongue reached along her inner thighs and when she felt it reach her pussy, she stretched her legs open as wide as she could. He began to make out passionately with her pussy, kissing it as if he was kissing her mouth. His tongue slid over her clit, between every soft fol
d of her flesh, and then reached inside her.

  She squirmed and cried in pleasure.

  “Oh officer, please have mercy.”

  As he made out with her pussy, Roy reached for his handcuffs and took them from his belt.

  The thought of what he was going to do with them was too much for Jenny. She was overwhelmed with anticipation and excitement and began quivering in pleasure as the most excruciating orgasm of her left rushed through her body.

  “Oh, Roy.”

  “That’s officer Roy to you,” he said, smirking.

  He got down from the desk and grabbed her wrists.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she cooed.

  He handcuffed one wrist, then brought the other cuff through a metal bar that was attached to the desk and then cuffed her other wrist.

  She was firmly restrained, lying on her back on the desk. She wouldn’t have been able to escape even if she wanted.

  “You’re mine now,” he said grinning.

  She looked up at him, into his eyes, and he took out his taser.

  “Eh, Roy, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  Roy laughed and put the taser away. “I was just kidding.”

  She flung her foot at him, kicking him playfully in the chest.

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Sorry,” he said, still laughing to himself.

  “I suppose you think you’re very smart,” she said.

  “Well, the truth is, I think I might need some help.”

  “Help?” she said.

  "You know, like a partner?”

  “A police partner?”

  He walked back around to her feet and climbed up on the desk, leaning close over her.

  He opened his pants and pulled out that perfect, gorgeous cock. He pressed it against the wet lips of her pussy and she tried to thrust upward to make it slide in.

  He didn’t let it, preferring to keep it just touching her, teasing her, taunting her.

  “More like a life partner.”

  “A life partner?” she said, louder than she’d intended.

  She looked up at him, unsure what he was suggesting. Her heart pounded in her chest with excitement.