11. Chapter 11 – Maddox
Chapter 11 – Maddox
O livia’s leg bounced obsessively as she sat on the tall exam table, waiting for the doctor to come in. “Easy Storm, you’ll bounce yourself right off that table.”
She glared at me, adjusting the sheet covering her naked bottom and chewed her lip. “Why do you call me Storm?”
I raised my brows at her, surprised by the question. “Because your eyes are always so full of emotion when you look at me. They look like you’ve got storm clouds circling in there, waiting to let loose.”
She pursed her lips, and I was pretty sure she didn’t like that answer, but a soft knock at the door stopped her from telling me exactly what she was thinking and the doctor walked in.
“Hello, Olivia.” The woman said, walking over to the sink and washing her hands. She was probably in her sixties, with gray hair and glasses on her nose. There was something about her that just screamed, experienced. And I liked that. “My name is Dr. Pompano, I’m the head of the OB department here.”
“Hi.” Olivia smiled at her, though I could tell it was brittle, and took the older woman’s hand when she held it out to shake.
“Your chart was kind of empty, so why don’t you start at the beginning, and we can chat about what brings you in.” Dr. Pompano said as she took a seat.
“Um,” Olivia opened her mouth and closed it twice before her eyelids closed and she blurted. “I’m pregnant. But I’ve been in denial, and I haven’t started any prenatal care or vitamins.” She swallowed, “I’m sorry.”
My hands curled in my lap at the blame she was putting on herself, but before I could reassure her, Dr. Pompano stepped in gently.
“That happens more often than you’d think,” she smiled knowingly, “The only thing that matters is that you’re here now, and we’re going to get things on the right track.” The doctor flipped through the papers Olivia filled out when we arrived. “It says here you don’t know when your last period was, but your guess is three or four months ago, and you were irregular long before that. Do you know how far along you are?”
Olivia shook her head gently, “I only took a pregnancy test when the morning sickness got really bad.”
“Okay.” The doctor stood up, “No worries. Why don’t we start with an ultrasound, and we can at least figure out a due date and then we can fill in the rest as we go. Lay back for me and we’ll take a peek.”
I stood up, no longer able to just be a spectator, as I slid my hand into Olivia’s and she squeezed it tight as she lay back on the table as the doctor pulled the leg rest out. “Breathe, Storm.” I whispered, and Olivia took a deep breath and smiled at me.
“Thanks.”
The doctor smiled at me and then looked back at Olivia. “We’ll start with a tummy ultrasound, and if you’re not far along enough, we can take a peek with the internal wand.” I eyed the long dildo looking thing on the ultrasound cart and almost snarled at the idea of that thing going inside Olivia before I ever did but refrained. The last thing I needed was to be kicked out for being jealous of a medical device. “Ready?” Dr. Pompano asked and Olivia nodded, pulling her shirt up to expose her abdomen.
I obviously didn’t know Olivia before she was pregnant, but I could tell by looking at her lying down that her baby bump was already showing. There was just a slight roundness down low that wasn’t natural when lying flat on your back.
Her baby was right there.
She squeezed my hand again as the doctor poured on the goop and ran the wand over it. There was a large TV at the end of the exam table on the wall for us to look at while the doctor looked at the screen on the cart. Before I could even mentally prepare myself, it suddenly appeared.
Olivia’s baby. Clear as day. Wiggling around like a perfect little angel.
“Oh, my god.” Liv whispered as we watched the very clearly defined features as the doctor scrolled over different parts of it, clicking away and taking different still shots.
“I’m just taking some measurements here,” The doctor explained, “The femur and the skull can tell us a lot about a baby’s gestational age.” She worked and the longer I stared at the screen, the more in awe I became.
“Sit down.” Olivia hissed at me, drawing my attention back to her, “You look like you’re going to pass out.”
“I’m fine.” I scowled at her, but the doctor pulled the wand from her stomach and pointed at the chair.
“Sit down, Dad. We have a strict no passing out rule here.”
Ah, fuck. I collapsed into the chair and leaned my elbows on the bed, clinging to Olivia’s hand in both of mine as that word rattled around in my brain.
Liv didn’t correct the doctor, and neither did I, but I stared at her and there were tears in her eyes as she silently stared back. We were in such uncharted territory, neither of us were prepared for that to happen. But I didn’t hate it.
I didn’t even dislike it a tiny bit.
“Okay,” The doctor went on, taking a few last measurements as we watched silently. “So, according to these measurements, you’re about eighteen weeks along.”
“Eighteen—” Olivia gasped and looked from the doctor to me with wide eyes.
“You’re okay.” I reassured her, kissing her knuckles squeezed in my hands.
Dr. Pompano went on, “That makes your due date March twenty-ninth. But that could change a little as we watch this little one grow over the next few weeks.” She smiled brightly, “A spring baby is the best, in my opinion.” She hit a button on the machine and a printer started printing out a dozen or more photos. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”
Liv swallowed and flicked her gaze to me like she couldn’t decide. I decided for her. “Yes.” I replied. She needed to feel the realness of her situation for her to embrace it. That meant hearing the heartbeat and letting me be a part of it.
A few seconds later, the steady fast thump of the heartbeat echoed through the speakers and Liv dissolved into tears, covering her face as she heard her baby for the first time.
Dr. Pompano went on, explaining that Liv needed to take vitamins, and watch what she ate and get as much sleep as possible. I listened to every single instruction, intent to make sure Liv followed through with it, and when we left, we had a long strip of black and white photos and an appointment to go back in two weeks for another scan to find out the gender and get a full head to toe picture of the baby.
We were both silent as we rode back to my place, but her hand was in mine and I knew we were both just absorbing it all. She was almost halfway through her pregnancy already, so we didn’t necessarily have a lot of time to dwell.
When we went upstairs to the loft, she walked ahead into her apartment almost on autopilot, and I followed her.
“I have to tell Peyton.” She finally said as she threw herself down on the couch, pulling the blanket that matched the one on my bed around her.
I went to the wall unit and turned the heat on before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of her. “She’ll be ecstatic.”
Focusing on my face, she blinked and said, “I’m keeping this baby.” She whispered like she actually doubted herself before. “I need to know if you’re sure you want to go along for the ride with me though as more than just a friend—”
I kneeled on the ground in front of her and slid my hands up her thighs over her leggings, so she had no choice but to focus on me and my words. “If you’ll let me, I want to be a part of this.”
“I don’t understand why you want to be, to be honest. I don’t understand what you get out of it.”
“I get you.” replying plainly, “I get this baby.” Sliding my hand over her stomach, she covered my hand with hers. “I know you don’t remember the night I rescued you from the lounge, but when I got that call from Dane in the middle of another meaningless night, I felt like I finally had some sort of purpose. And then I saw you, laying there on that cold concrete floor, curled up around yourself, and I knew there was a reason I was the one to find you.”
“Maddox.” She sighed dreamily, “I felt the same way when I woke up here. It was strange and overwhelming, but it just felt—”
“Right.” As I finished for her, she smiled brightly.
“I can’t believe I’m going to have a baby.”
“I can’t believe you’re letting me be a part of it.”
She scoffed and ran her nails around the back of my neck, scooting to the edge of the couch. “Even if you are a psycho that brings me body parts of the men you kill for me, I know without a doubt that you’re the safest place for me.” She tilted her head, “For us.”
I closed the distance between us and kissed her. I had no words to do any justice for what I was feeling because it was all new and foreign to me, so I just wanted to thank her with my affection.
But my needy little minx had other plans as she slid off the couch into my lap, deepening the kiss.
“You keep saying that I need to tell you what I need from you.” She uttered, kissing her way down my neck to my ear and sucking on the lobe. I nearly came in my pants as she rocked in my lap, sucking on my ear in rhythm, like a fuck boy.
“I do.” In response, I tried to maintain my focus.
“Well, I have a very pressing need right now, that I’m afraid if you don’t see to it, I’ll go insane.”
I growled, putting my hands on her waist and rocking her harder and faster in my lap as she moaned at how it felt. “Tell me.” I said and cut her off when she started to, “In explicit detail, Storm.”
“Take your shirt off,” She panted, “I want to feel your skin.”
I reached behind my head and tore at my shirt, throwing it on the ground behind me somewhere. “Like this?”
“Mmh,” She hummed, running her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “I fantasized about what you’d look like with your shirt off from the very beginning.” She looked in my eyes, “It’s far better than I could have dreamed of.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Details. Needs.”
“Oh yeah,” She grinned and then dragged her nails down my back and up my spine to my neck. I couldn’t hold off the groan that escaped at how good it felt, and her smile widened as she watched me. “I want to see you naked.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmh-hmm.” She hummed, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s only fair, you’ve gotten me naked a couple of times now. Yet you’ve always stayed hidden from me.”
“What part of me do you want to see most?” I challenged.
But it didn’t take much prodding because my little Storm was needy. “Your dick.” She licked her lips seductively. “I can feel it, but I want to see it.”
“Your wish is my command.” I stood with her in my arms and laid her back on the couch as I stood between her knees. Her eyes were locked on mine as I undid my belt and then my jeans, but as I pulled my zipper down her stormy green eyes finally fell to my waist and I watched them as I pushed my jeans and briefs down, giving her what she wanted.
“Holy mother of anacondas.” She whispered and seductively looked up at me from under her lashes. “Can I touch it?”
I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to keep my cool, knowing she was going to end up taking my cock soon for the first time, so I was willing to let her play for a bit.
But just for a bit, because I was a hair trigger away from folding her knees back to her shoulders and slamming in deep.
The doctor reassured us that sex was safe for her and the baby both right up until labor, and I’d be making sure to follow the doctor’s word to a T.
“If you want to.”
“Oh god, do I want to. I want to do far more than just touch it. But we can start there.” She put her palms flat on my thighs, right above my knees and slowly moved them upward and in toward my hard dick where it hung for her, dripping with need. The second her cool fingers slid around the base to lift the weight of it up, I growled. She grinned seductively, “Do you like my hands on your cock, Psycho?”
I ached to show her just how much of a psycho I could be for her. Anyone else would have lost their teeth for calling me that, but her, God, it made my cock weep for her more. She liked my insanity, just as much as I liked hers.
“I think I’d like your pretty red lips on it more.”
She twisted her hands, fisting my cock up the length as she stared at me. “Like this?” She tentatively ran her tongue up the underside of the head, collecting my pre-cum and then rubbing it against her lush lips like a colored stain she couldn’t wait to wear.
“Just like that, Storm, play with it nice and slow, baby.”
She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the thickness of me, while twirling her tongue across the underside. And the whole fucking time, her eyes were on me. Locked on me. Focused on me.
“Do you like my lips on your cock, Psycho?” She repeated in challenge before running her tongue up the length of me. “Does it feel as good as you’d hoped?”
“Mmh, better.” I moaned, sliding my hand through her hair and bunching it behind her head so I could see her better as she started taking me as deep as she could. She’d have to dislocate her jaw to deep throat me, but damn, she was making my toes curl just how she was. “Fuck, Storm.” I growled when she dropped her lips to the base of my cock and then twirled her tongue around my heavy sack.
“I want to ride your cock.” She purred, using her hand to cup my balls and massage them. “I want to slowly take you deep while you play with my tits and touch my skin with your big, rough hands. I want to feel so fucking full with you inside of me. I need to ride your cock, now.”
“Then be a good girl and come on my face again, because my cock’s going to rip you apart if you’re not dripping for me first.”
“Mmh,” she leaned back, stared up at me, and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, the front door banged open into the wall, interrupting her.
I whipped my head to the door, ready to throw Liv’s body down behind the couch and fight the intruder, when a familiar face came into view instead.
“Oops,” Peyton chuckled theatrically, looking over a pile of takeout boxes as she finally saw us in the living room. And then she screamed, and covered her face with her hands, completely forgetting about the tower of boxes as they fell onto the ground, spilling food everywhere.
I grabbed my pants and started pulling them up as Dane ran into the apartment, following Peyton’s scream, “What’s wrong?” He yelled and then froze when he saw me tucking myself away as Olivia buried herself behind a blanket in horror. “Oh.”
“Out!” I barked, nodding to the door behind them, and Dane raised his brow at me comically. “Now!”
“No fun.” Dane joked, grabbing Peyton, who still had her hands over her face and pulling her from the apartment. “We’ll be across the hall.”
When the door shut behind them, Liv peeked out of her blanket burrito with wide eyes. “My sister just saw me sucking your dick.”
I snorted, picking my shirt up off the floor and putting it back on. “She saw you stroking my dick, not sucking it.”
She scoffed, “You have to make them leave. I can never face her again.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled her up by her shoulders, sliding my hands under the blankets. “You have to. Because you have to tell them to go, so I can get back to making good on seeing to all of your needs.” I grinned when she moaned and leaned into me. The scents from the spilled food were apparently too much to resist because her stomach growled between us and I chuckled. “Hmm, it may have to wait until after we reorder all that food and gorge, though.”
“Promise me we’ll get back to it, though?” She looked up hopefully at me.
“I’m making you come on my cock tonight, Storm.” I reassured her, “Nothing’s going to stop me.”