“Nope.” Well alrighty then. He helps me from the truck once we’re parked and once again, his cut proclaiming him as president of Poseidon’s Warriors MC sits proudly on his shoulders. I’ve seen how women look at him when we’re out and about and secretly love the fact that he doesn’t seem to notice when they stare. He probably does; his military training always has him assessing everything around him, but even when they blatantly flirt, his attention is solely on me and me alone.
Twenty minutes later, in the clothes I was wearing might I mention, I’m Mrs. Jesse Malone and have a matching band to both my engagement ring and the one I gave to Jesse that sits proudly on my ring finger. Despite what he may think, I’m okay with doing it at the courthouse because I have no living family left to be on my side of a traditional church wedding. He presses me against the truck, and we indulge in a mini make-out session until a whistle breaks through the fog I always seem to fall into whenever he touches me. Glancing to his right, he says, “Yo, brothers,” as Trident, Loki and Brooks walk up.
“Did you do it? Do we have a happily wedded couple?” Trident questions, grinning at us. I grin at his words because it would figure that Jesse would tell his brothers his plans for the two of us.
“Yep, it’s all legal,” I reply, holding up my hand so the sunlight catches the sparkling diamonds on my rings.
“Well, congrats. You headed back to the clubhouse?” Brooks inquires.
“Nope, we’ve got one more stop,” he states.
“You do?” Loki asks.
“Yeah, gotta run by the clinic,” Jessie says. The clinic? Why the hell are we going by the clinic? I don’t understand but I don’t want to ask in front of his brothers.
“Well hurry back.”
Poseidon
“Why do we have to go by the clinic? Are you sick?” she worriedly asks me.
“Nope,” I reply. “Need to see how far along you are, sweetheart.”
“How far along?” Her voice drops off and I see her close her eyes as she starts to think about what I’ve said. We’ve been together long enough now that she should’ve had a period, but she hasn’t since the week she hurt herself. I noticed that her breasts were more sensitive about two or three weeks ago, but I wanted her to have my name before I got it confirmed. Plus, Trident noticed that she seemed a bit pale in the morning and several times, she’s needed a nap in the afternoon.
“Yeah, pretty girl, I think we’re gonna have a baby.” I see her eyes widen further as she stares at me. “And for the record, I’m fucking ecstatic.”
“A baby,” she whispers, cradling her stomach, which is still flat. “But how? I’m on the pill.”
“As best as I can figure, with all the antibiotics that Trident pumped into you at the cabin, plus what you had to take when you hurt yourself, it rendered them ineffective, Lilli.”
“Well, hell. We never really talked about kids, Jesse,” she lowly murmurs. I reach over and take her hand in mine, then bring it up and kiss her palm.
“Whether it’s one or ten, I want babies with you,” I advise her.
She giggles and says, “Can we maybe just start with one and see how it goes?”
“Yeah, but I know I want them to have a sibling or two. It was lonely for me growing up and I’m sure it was for you as well. I want our kids to have what we didn’t, Lilli.”
The most radiant smile crosses her face as she turns toward me. “I’d like that, honey. I’d like that a lot.” Then she starts giggling again and says, “Wait until the guys find out! I can see them now, a bunch of badass military bikers with a little baby around.”
I can’t help it; I start laughing as I picture my brothers in the upcoming months. I know they’ll protect my woman with their own lives, but I’m sure there’ll be a lot of teasing as she starts growing and the cravings hit. Already I’ve noticed that she’s cooking more Italian dishes. Each of us has had to increase our workouts to keep from packing on the pounds because my old lady can cook and bake. Even with the work schedule she keeps at the various businesses, not a day goes by that she’s not whipping something up in the kitchen, whether it’s an actual meal or a bunch of cookies or another decadent dessert. Hell, she even found a recipe for that Coca-Cola cake she loves so much.
“We need to start looking for our own place, Lilli. The clubhouse is okay for right now and we’ll keep our suite and see about adding onto it for those times when we need to stay there with any kids we have, but we need a home to raise our family.”
“I’ll do a search later.”
“You’ll do a search tomorrow, sweetheart. Today’s our wedding day and I’ve got plans for you later that don’t involve a laptop.” The sigh she releases lets me know that she’s thinking of later. I reach down and discreetly adjust myself because my dick is now having the same thoughts.
Lilli
I can’t believe it never crossed my mind that I could be pregnant! I mean, good grief, my period is usually timely as hell. And how he figured it out before me is beyond my comprehension, but he knows my body well by now. I can feel my face flush when I think of all the times we’ve spent learning one another; the enjoyable nights, the afternoon delights, the early morning showers. I never knew that sex could be so fucking phenomenal, but Jesse has the skills and he’s not afraid to use them.
I’m so lost in thought that it takes him opening up the passenger door and unbuckling me before I realize that we’ve arrived at the clinic. As I slide down, he pulls me against his hard body, and I feel the evidence of his excitement pressed against my still-flat belly. He captures my lips in his in a slow, languid kiss that has my desire ramping up. “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s go see what the good doctor has to say.”
We walk into the clinic and he gets me signed in under my new name. The receptionist looks up in surprise and asks, “Can I get the identification please?”
“We just got married less than an hour ago, so you’ll probably have to look for me under Lillianna Rose.”
“Okay, I can get it changed in our system; just be sure to bring back your new cards once you get them, okay?”
“We’ll get it taken care of,” Jesse assures her, leading me to a seat in the waiting area.
It’s not long before we’re called back to an exam room. After explaining why I’m there, the nurse gives me one of those lovely cups for a urine sample, then says she’ll be back to draw blood as well. When she leaves, I roll my eyes at Jesse and ask, “Do you know how hard it is to pee in one of these without getting it everywhere?” He bursts into laughter at my disgruntled tone, but he has no fucking clue what a challenge it is for us women. I take the offensive thing and head into the bathroom to see what I can do. Several long minutes later, once my task is accomplished, I put it into the little door they have in the bathroom, wash up and rejoin Jesse in the exam room.
There’s a knock on the door and the doctor I saw when I hurt myself walks in and says, “Well, I’m glad to see you here under better circumstances, young lady. Congrats on your marriage, by the way. The receptionist mentioned you just did that today.”
I grin and wave my hand at the doctor to show off my ring. “We did, yes, then Jesse wanted to come here because he thinks I’m pregnant.”
“I’m waiting on the nurse to run the urine sample, but based on the symptoms you gave her, I suspect your husband is correct.” He pulls out a handheld item and I give him a look. “It’s a handheld Doppler device,” he advises. “While I’m not an OB/GYN, I can do the basic stuff, like search for the heartbeat. Slide up there and lower your pants to around your hips.”
Jesse helps me lay back then he proceeds to do what the doctor asked. I’m nervous but excited; I always wanted children and now that Jesse put that in my head, I can see that it’s highly probable that we’ve got a baby on the way. One born out of love, devotion, and commitment, just like I was. “You ready, pretty girl?” he asks as the doctor approaches with a tube of lube and the machine he says will let us hear the heartbeat.
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br /> “This might be a little cold,” the doctor advises. “We don’t have the fancy warmer like those baby docs have.” I squeal a bit when the cool gel hits my stomach then, when he turns the machine on, I hear a faint noise.
Whoosh whoosh. Whoosh whoosh.
“Is that...is that the baby’s heartbeat?” I ask. I feel tears sliding down my face as the emotions well up inside. We did this; we created a life and now, we’re going to be parents. Well, in several months, that is. Still, the excitement is overwhelming and I find myself breaking down when it hits me that my parents won’t be here to meet their grandchild.
“Yes, it is. I think it’s safe to say that you’re pregnant, young lady. We’ll still get the blood drawn, of course, and I’ll get a list of local OB/GYNs for you. Congratulations,” the doctor says as he turns the machine off then hands Jesse some towels. “The nurse will be back in shortly, but you’re welcome to clean yourself up.”
Jesse gently wipes off my stomach then helps me readjust my clothing while I lay there, thoughts and emotions rolling through me. “I’m so excited,” he murmurs, kissing me after he’s tossed the used towels away and washed his hands. “My mother will be over the moon.” At his words, my tears start again and he pulls me into his arms, his hands rubbing across my back. “I know you’re missing your folks, sweetheart. I wish they could be here to enjoy this time with us, with you.”
“I’m sure they’re watching over me.” The mist in my eyes is making it hard to see, but I keep my eyes glued to my man.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. I’m about to say something more when the nurse comes back in and hands me a list with several names of gynecologists on it.
“That’s a list of the local doctors who handle obstetrics,” she says as she washes her hands then starts pulling out the stuff to draw my blood.
“Will you send this over to them once we decide who we’re going to use?” I ask.
“Absolutely, although I’m sure they’ll run their own tests,” she replies. Jesse squeezes my hand as she quickly and almost painlessly draws two tubes of blood. Once she has a bandage in place, she removes her gloves and says, “Y’all are all set. Congratulations.”
I’m still in a bit of a daze as we make our way to the truck and Jesse helps me inside. “I can’t believe it,” I murmur, my hand rubbing over my stomach. “I’m gonna be a momma.”
“You’re gonna be a hot momma,” he replies, grinning over at me.
A thought crosses my mind and I ask, “Is that why you wanted to get married so quickly? Because I’m pregnant?” A little of today’s joy seeps away when that possibility hits me.
“How could you think that, Lilli? How?” he asks, turning my face toward him. I can see the hurt that he quickly masks.
“I-I don’t, not really, Jesse.”
“You wouldn’t have said something like that if you didn’t believe it,” he replies. Dammit, I don’t want to argue with him, especially not on our wedding day.
I raise my eyes to stare into his and, cupping his face, whisper, “All I can claim are hormones, handsome. Never once, not even when we first met, have you ever made me feel as though anything you did was because someone was forcing you. And even though today was the first time either of us told the other about how we feel, it’s been evident for a long time now that you love me. I’m so sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”
“Love you, pretty girl, and I’m so fucking stoked that we’re adding to us already. Marrying you was always on my radar and I admit that I wanted you carrying my last name before you officially found out that we were expecting. It’s a guy thing.”
I grin and pat his cheek. “Are we heading back to the clubhouse now?” He winks and nods before buckling up and starting the truck. As we drive home, I look at the list of baby doctors we were given. “I think I want a woman doctor,” I state. “There’s one practice on this list that has nothing but women. Are you okay with that?”
“Definitely don’t want any other man seeing what’s mine,” he growls out, working his way through traffic until we hit the road that leads to the clubhouse, my hand firmly clasped in his.
“Jesse, they’re trained professionals.”
“Lilli, I don’t give a flying fuck how trained they are, no man is going to see my pussy,” he reiterates. I roll my eyes; he’s being such a man right now but I’m in too good of a mood to push the issue.
“Okay, okay, Jesse. I’m not too keen about another man being all up in my business like that which is why I mentioned a woman doctor.”
He smirks at me as he pulls into the parking lot of the clubhouse. I wait patiently as he parks the truck then comes around to get me out. Before we walk inside, he kisses me breathless, then sweeps me up bridal style and carries me to the door, where Trident miraculously appears and holds it open.
“Surprise!” I look and see all of Jesse’s brothers standing around, a huge cake on the table with a motorcycle on the top and a couple that’s obviously newly married.
“What? How?” I stammer.
“I may have mentioned this in church the other day, so we had things put in motion,” Jesse admits.
“What if I had said no? Or not yet?” I wonder.
“Darling, you’ve been a sure thing for quite a while now,” Trident calls out. “We’ve all known it.”
Jesse sets me on my feet before he pulls me into his side. “I knew you’d say yes, sweetheart. Now, before we cut into this awesome looking cake, how about we eat? You need your strength.” He winks at me as he says this, and I find myself blushing at his innuendo.
I watch in awe as the prospects start carrying out trays of food that were obviously catered in and my mouth waters. Everything I’ve been craving was ordered and I can only hope that I don’t put myself into a food coma before I get to enjoy my wedding night.
We spend the next couple of hours eating and hanging out and I find that the more I’m around the guys I don’t know that well, the better I understand how this club works. They’re a family, a band of brothers so to speak, and I’m so damned privileged to be a part of them now it’s mind-blowing.
“Think it’s time to give this to your old lady,” Brooks says, drawing Jesse’s attention. He’s holding a box that he hands over and Jesse takes it and places it in front of me after the prospect moves my empty plate.
“Go ahead, open it, sweetheart,” Jesse urges. I carefully remove the top and can’t help the gasp when I see what’s inside.
With trembling hands, I pull out a leather jacket like Jesse’s only on the back, it says, ‘Property of Poseidon,’ and on the front under my name, it says ‘First Lady.’ I can’t help it, I burst into tears as it fully sinks in that I’m his in all ways—heart, body, and soul. “It’s beautiful, can you take me for a ride?” We’ve gone on a few now and I find I love the feel of the wind on my face.
“You’re cage-bound now, FL,” Trident advises.
“FL?” I question.
“Yeah, FL, you know, first lady?” he replies. I roll my eyes at his words. The man is always using different endearments and seldom calls any female by their given name, even me. I think he does it mostly to get a rise out of Jesse.
“I think I prefer you calling me ‘darling’ and getting this one worked up,” I say, pointing to Jesse, who has a shit-eating grin on his face. “And why can’t I ride now?” I ask.
“Because you’re carrying precious cargo,” Jesse says, giving me a quick kiss. I grumble because I was hoping to end the night before bed on the back of his bike; looks like I’ll be waiting until our munchkin arrives, which doesn’t make me happy. However, knowing my man like I do, there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure I’m protected. He leans in close and whispers, “You ready to head upstairs? I want to be alone with you. We’ve got more memories to add to our story.”
Lilli
We finally say our goodnights amidst a lot of catcalls and whistles which has me blushing to the roots of my hair. Once we
’re finally in our room, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me breathless. “I’m so hopelessly in love with you,” I whisper once he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. “I feel like I won the damn lottery the day you rescued me.”
“I’m the one who won the lottery, sweetheart,” he replies. I glance around our suite and realize that the guys were busy in here as well when I see a ‘newlywed basket’ on the table. As I start looking at all the items inside, I begin to giggle.
“What on earth?” I ask, pulling out something that looks suspiciously like a squishy pussy. When I look at him, he’s doubled over laughing.
“I-I think that one is for me for those times when you’ve got your period,” he stammers. I ignore him as I continue to dig through the basket that has flavored lubes, edible panties, several different vibrators, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, a sex dice game, and a copy of the Kama Sutra.
“Well, some of these look… intriguing,” I mutter, flipping through the pages of the book. Some of the positions make me realize that I may need to start doing yoga so I’m flexible enough. I’m kind of curious about the edible stuff and wonder if it’s something we can play with tonight. He looks into the basket and fingers a few of the items and I see the gleam appear in his eye when he spots the edible lube in cherry.
“Cherry is my favorite flavor,” he murmurs in my ear before he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom. Before I know it, we’re both naked and in the shower. Instinctively, I know this isn’t about sex per se, it’s that intimate connection and I love him more for what he’s doing. Each stroke of his hand over my body, while it inflames me and turns me on, shows how much he cares. His caresses grow bolder and I nearly pass out when he drops to his knees and kisses my abdomen where our baby is growing. “Gonna love you, munchkin,” he says as he takes his time washing my legs and even my feet.
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