by Ryan Michele
I quickly toss my clothes, noticing a bead of pre-cum escapes the top of his shaft. “Come here.” I walk up to GT and he leans forward on the couch and stops me. His lips gently kiss my stomach, making my heart swell. “Love you,” he whispers, “now I’m fucking your mommy, so be good.” His eyes travel to mine and a smirk crosses his lips.
I cock my hip. “Really, GT?”
He leans back on the couch. “I am what I am. Get up here and ride me. My cock aches.”
“Aww. You poor baby.” I straddle his thighs and give him a fake pout. “Let me see if I can help.” A soft smack comes to my right ass cheek and I fake a yelp.
I slowly lower onto him, taking him in inch-by-inch. His groans spur me on. I love having this effect on him. Once seated, GT lets me have control. I use my knees to help me move up and down and place my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself. I grind down on him and his eyes roll back in his head. I smile. I add some hip rolls and squeeze my muscles, pulling him further into me, and he groans, loud. His head falls back against the couch. I lean over and kiss him. Soft and sweet. My orgasm builds and I find my hips moving more on their own accord, not punishing, but powerful.
“You there, babe?” His grunts fill my thoughts.
“Yes.” I throw my head back, the rush of the orgasm causing my limbs to stiffen and shake.
GT stills and then “Angel” is groaned from his lips as his dick releases inside my body. I bend down and kiss him unmercifully. God, I love him.
The party that night at the club was much bigger than I anticipated. I played the baby’s heartbeat to anyone who would listen and danced my ass off. I was so tired that I ended up passing out in GT’s room at the clubhouse. I hadn’t been there for so long, but it was like coming home. The previous anxiety I had was washed away. I love my family.
I can’t believe how fast the past sixteen weeks have gone by. I officially have a baby bump! About two weeks ago, I woke up to GT nuzzling my stomach, which led to some truly wonderful orgasms, but when I got up from bed and looked in the mirror, I burst out into happy tears. When he rushed to my side, I turned sideways and showed him. He dropped to his knees on the spot, kissing my stomach profusely. It is a moment that will be seared into my mind forever. Pure Bliss.
Working in the office at the garage has been great, but since everyone knows I’m pregnant, they tend to treat me like I’m breakable. I do my best to let it roll off my shoulders, but sometimes it wears on me a bit too much. Plus, I miss working on cars. Harlow has been, well, Harlow. Overbearing and take charge, ordering me to rest and take it easy, even coming to the garage office and yelling at me to put my feet up. Sheesh. I love her, but I do not need a drill sergeant.
I have been doing yoga every day and it does help with the stress. It’s still here and some days are worse than others, but it has been better for the most part, I think.
Today, I am supposed to take the day off from the garage office to rest, according to GT, but as I pace the house, I need to get out of here. I know he’s just looking out for me and doesn’t want me to overdo it, but come on, I file papers. And there is tons to get done. I hop in my Chevy and head to work. GT is working today, but I’m not sure where. He doesn’t tell me about the business of the club and I’m fine with that, as long as it doesn’t concern me. I stay out of it.
Pulling up to the garage, I park my car in its normal spot and Tug comes up to the car. “Hey. How ya doing?” I ask, smiling and getting out of the car. My normal jeans have gotten a bit tight and I had to get some of those stretchy ones that look like shit so my confidence has waned a bit.
“I’m good. How’s the little one?” He always asks about the baby; it’s like he’s taken over the big brother/uncle role to the max, but I love it.
“The baby is good. Growing.” I swear I felt a flutter in my stomach this morning, but chalked it up to indigestion. Keeping food down and not having my stomach roll has been a full time job in and of itself. I rub my stomach happily. “How are things with Blaze?”
“Really fucking good.” He smiles his handsome smile. I’m so damn happy those two got together. “Thought you had the day off today?” Damn men are always keeping tabs on me.
“Was, needed to get out of the house.” He seems a bit off, but I don’t think much of it. Lately, all the guys dote on me in some way, shape, or form, which is so not like them.
“All right. I’ll see ya in a bit.” His eyes dart over to the club doors, but I don’t see whatever he’s looking at. I look at the bikes, seeing GT’s there.
“Is GT here?”
“Yeah, he’s in a meeting.”
I shrug, there’s nothing new about that. “All right, I’m gonna get to work.”
“I’ll see ya in a bit.” I move over to the garage and after hellos and explanations of why I’m there, I get to work. The stack of papers on Ma’s desk will keep me busy most of the afternoon.
Needing some fresh air, I step out of the office and walk over to the side of the building. There’s a nice bench there where Ma and I sit to chat sometimes. The clubhouse door slams loudly, and I glance that direction.
A beautiful brunette wearing shorts barely covering her finely- shaped ass and a top that leaves little to the imagination of her perky tits, steps out of the clubhouse. GT’s on her heels. He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head; the smile on the woman’s face is huge.
Tug sprints up to them, blocking my view, and the woman steps back as GT looks over Tug’s shoulder, eyes wide. My heart falls to the floor and suddenly the breakfast I had this morning wants to make a reappearance. I turn, rushing to the bathroom, locking the door, just in time to puke my guts out in the toilet. The porcelain is cold under my hands, thank goodness my hair is up in a bun or it would be covered in puke.
I heave over and over again, this time nothing coming up but bile that burns my throat. My eyes water, but it’s not just from retching. I should have known something was up, should have read Tug better.
Banging on the door, GT yells, “Open the fucking door, Casey!”
He uses my real name so I know he’s pissed. I shake my head as if he can see me. Looking down at the mostly male-used toilet, I flush it and quickly stand, then wash my hands profusely.
“Open it now!” He bangs hard, the door cracking a bit under the pressure.
“Hang on.” I splash water on my face and inside my mouth, spitting several times. I check myself in the mirror and the haunted look in my eyes even freaks me out. I splash more water, grabbing paper towels and wiping my face. Thoughts of the whore that cleaned GT’s room flash through my head and the heartache that happened with Mia invades me. My hands begin to shake and I choke back tears.
I will not jump to conclusions. I will let him explain before flying off the handle, but I need some space right now. I need to get away.
Throwing the paper towels in the trash, the pounding continues as I open the door. GT’s face is etched with anger and the vein in his neck is pulsating. He begins to talk, but I hold up my hand.
“I know there is an explanation for it but I need a break. I’m going home and getting in the bathtub to calm down. When your day is over, come home and talk to me.” His eyes bore daggers into mine and my gut aches.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he growls as if this is my fault.
What the hell? I wasn’t the one kissing some woman outside the clubhouse when you thought I wouldn’t be around.
“Working. You?” I clip and move to walk out of the door, which he blocks, making me stop. Damn man.
“You are supposed to be home resting,” he accuses, his arms crossing over his chest in an attempt to intimidate me. He should know by now that shit does not work.
“I wanted to come to work. I can do that, ya know? Just cause I’m knocked up doesn’t mean I can’t do all the normal things, remember what the doc said?” I huff. “Please move. I want to go home.”
“It’s not what you think, Angel. Don’t fu
cking go home and start having all that shit run through your head. I’m not fucking that woman.” I say nothing, just stand there waiting for him to move. “Are you listening to me?” he forges on, gripping my shoulders and pulling me against him. “I. Did. Not. Fuck. Her. I swear it. I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
I look into his eyes and inside the anger, which I don’t understand, is the truth. “I know,” I whisper. “I just want to go home and sleep. I feel really tired all of the sudden.”
“Your ass had better be home when I get there. Don’t you fucking think of taking off on me.” Pain is evident in his eyes and I know he’s remembering before. I wouldn’t do that to him. Not now, not ever again. I’ll let him explain.
“I’ll be there.” He bends down, kissing me on the lips, and part of me wants to cry. Didn’t he just kiss that other woman on the head with those same lips? He releases me, but I don’t look up at him. I sidestep him and gather my things, heading to my car. I don’t look back; I don’t look anyone in the eye. I keep my head down as I move. I just want to go home.
In the car on the drive home, I allow the tears to rain down my face. Even if he didn’t sleep with her, something is going on there that he is trying to hide. My gut tells me to trust him, but my battered heart aches.
Parking the car, I rush into the house and strip out of my clothes, deciding on a shower instead of a bath. I crawl into bed after putting on comfy jammies and allow my tears to fall, finally drifting off to sleep.
I awake with a start, jolting out of bed. Sitting up, I take in my surroundings and relax. For some reason, my mind wanted me to be at the cemetery. Damn dreams. I shake my head and move to the bathroom, walking quickly so I don’t piss my pants. I swear I’m peeing every five minutes lately.
I listen to sounds in the house as I move, but don’t hear anything. GT must not be home yet. Good. I’m still not ready to hear his explanation. If the roles were reversed, he would have stormed up and kicked the guy’s ass. Maybe that’s what I should have done. Who am I kidding? Being pregnant, I would never risk my baby for some piece of shit club momma.
I pull down my pants and gasp, my insides freeze and time stands completely still. Blood. Bright-red thick blood coats my underwear. My hands shake along with my legs; tears cascade down my face. No. No.
This cannot be happening again. I pull my pants and underwear off, throwing them onto the floor and hearing them hit the tile.
I grab toilet paper and quickly clean myself up. The blood disappears from my skin, but when I wipe, it’s still there. I rush to my phone, fumbling through the door of the bathroom. I grab my purse from the chair by the bed and search through it quickly. My hands shake but I brush it off. I need to help my baby; fear is not standing in my way.
I dial the doctor’s number and within five minutes I am speaking with her on the phone.
“Casey, the nurse said you have some bleeding?”
My heart races and my hands are so damn slippery it’s hard to hold the phone, but I grip it hard, not wanting to lose this connection. “Yes. I woke up from a nap and blood was everywhere.”
“When you put toilet tissue on your vagina is there more blood?”
I do it again quickly to see if it’s stopped. Damn. “Ye-yes,” I get out but my voice is losing its strength. I will be strong. My baby needs me.
“Is anyone home with you?” The doctor’s concern comes though the phone, upping my anxiety to catastrophic levels.
“No.” My hand shakes and I grip the phone tight, trying not to drop it.
“I do not want you driving. Call someone and meet me at the hospital. If you can’t find someone or they can’t get to you in ten minutes, you call an ambulance and meet me there.”
“Th-th-the hospital?” I thought maybe her office, but the hospital is bringing back thoughts of Mia and that day. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the bed and sit.
“It’s just a precaution. If there is something wrong, I will be able to help you best there. Now, call and meet me there. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay,” I whisper and hang up then quickly call GT. It goes straight to voicemail. Shit. I dial Harlow and nothing. I dial Ma and she answers on the first ring.
“Hello?” Her voice is bright and warm and I want to seek comfort in it.
“Ma. Please come and pick me up. I’m bleeding and can’t get ahold of GT. The doctor doesn’t want me driving and wants me at the hospital.” I choke back my sobs and swipe my hand across my nose, leaving a trail of snot that I wipe on the bed.
“I’m on my way. Be outside waiting for me. I’m about two miles away at the gas station.”
I nod then, realizing she can’t see me, I answer, “Okay.”
“I’ll find GT, I promise you that.” The sound of Ma’s car revving gives me little peace, but I am thankful in the same breath. I slip on some cotton underwear and sweatpants, grabbing my phone, and purse and head to the door. I lock it and sit on the steps that lead to our entryway.
Fear grips me and twists my heart into a knot. I suddenly become painfully aware that if I lose this baby too, I may not make it. There is only so much strength a woman can have.
Stay strong, little one. I’m going to get help. I promise.
Those minutes feel like hours as they slowly tick by. I sit and cry, holding my stomach. I love this baby so much. I rock back and forth, wiping my face profusely with the back of my hand. Ma’s black SUV barrels down my road and I rise, waiting for her to stop. She throws the truck into park and rushes out of the car.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay,” Ma reassures me over and over as she helps me in the car. I’m in pain, but I enjoy her comfort.
“We have to go.” The urgency in my voice is clear as she shuts my door and runs to the other side of truck, getting in and starting it.
I clip my belt just as she takes off. I reach forward, steadying myself on the dash and look over at her. She’s biting her cheek and her eyes are in deep concentration. When we get on the main drag, she turns on her Bluetooth and the speakers crackle to life.
“Call Pops.” The machine does her bidding just like everyone else. Ma is one tough cookie all the way around.
“Hey, sweetie. Saw you called and was getting ready to call you back,” Pops coos through the speakers. At any other time, my heart would melt at the sentiment, not right now. I need to get help for my baby.
“Find GT. Angel’s bleeding and I’m taking her to the hospital.” Her words are frantic and rush out of her mouth like a waterfall.
“Shit,” he mutters. “Is she okay?”
She looks over at me and I try to give a small smile. “Don’t know yet. We’ll know more when we get there.”
“I’ll get him there in ten minutes. Love ya.” He hangs up without another word from Ma.
“I swear these men are so damn hard to find when ya need ‘em.” Her hands grip the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turn white. Her concentration on the road while having a conversation is admirable.
“GT probably didn’t answer because he’s mad. We had a little… issue.” I think back to his lips on that woman, my stomach cringes. Not time for that shit now.
“You’ll have a lot of those. What did he do?” This is really not the time to be discussing this. I could be losing my baby, but I answer, not wanting to be disrespectful.
“He kissed a woman on top of her head and hugged her tight outside the clubhouse door. I wasn’t supposed to be at work, but I was bored and wanted something to do. I saw him, he got pissed. I went home.”
“And that’s why you’re bleeding?” she huffs. “That boy.” She shakes her head and pulls into the emergency area. I open the door quickly and rush to the door. The rumbling of bikes in the distance catches my attention. I hope that’s him. I walk into the ER and immediately see Dr. Hernandez waiting for me.
“Come.” She says no more, just ushers me into a wheelchair and pushes me down the long white corridor a
nd into a room with lots of machines. Three nurses wait for us, helping me up out of the chair. They quickly help me out of my clothes and hand me a robe. Dr. Hernandez and Ma stay right by my side as I climb into the bed.
The doors burst open and GT barrels in, panic evident on his face. “What’s wrong?” He ignores the doctor, nurses, and comes at me, but before I can speak, Ma stops him and begins talking to him in a low, calm voice. The small bit of relief having him here grips me. Together. We are in this together.
“The blood was bright red, correct?” the doctor asks, pulling my attention away from GT and Ma.
“Yes.” My voice comes out raspy like I haven’t had anything to drink for quite some time.
“Let’s get the ultrasound over here first.” The nurse brings the machine over, setting it next to my head. She pulls my gown up and a nurse throws a blanket over my exposed flesh. Doctor Hernandez squirts the gel and puts the microphone back onto my stomach. Seconds later, I hear it. The thump that I heard back at her office echoes throughout the room. My eyes shoot over to GT’s and he freezes at the sound, running over to the other side of the bed next to me. He pulls my hand into his and clutches it as if I’d disappear at any moment. My heart fills.
Ma gasps, but I don’t turn her way.
“Look.” Dr. Hernandez points to the screen on the machine and my world stops. I didn’t think I could have any more tears, but I do and they pour down my face. A grainy black and white picture appears on the screen. It is the exact profile of a human face, from the curve of the eye, the tip of the nose, and even a small indentation for a mouth. I can’t really see the features or anything, but it’s all there.
“Holy shit!” GT booms, making the nurses beside the machine jump.
The doctor moves her hand to the screen. “See here.” She points at a little flicker. It’s like a light flashing. “That’s your baby’s heart beating.” I squeeze GT’s hand, bringing it to my lips, and kissing it.
