Forty
FORTY
A loud whoosh and thump fill the small room that five people are crammed into.
When Mom helped me make my first doctor’s appointment, I thought it was a me and Hendrix appointment. Not a me, Hendrix, Mom and Dad appointment. They might as well have invited all the aunts and uncles.
Then again, I don’t even know if they all know. Oh god , I’m going to have to tell them.
“Is that…is that the heartbeat?” Hendrix asks, looking a little pale at the moment.
“It sure is,” Dr. Molina tells us. “Nice and strong.”
Hendrix grabs my hand and stares down at me. His eyes are wide and he mouths the words “ holy shit ” to me, and I couldn’t agree more.
I hear sniffling coming from the corner of the room and look up to see Mom and Dad holding each other, both with tears in their eyes. The anger Dad held, and the fear Mom was festering seems to fade away.
“Well, based on the measurements, you appear to be approximately five weeks along. That puts your due date in December. Maybe even a Christmas baby.”
“My birthday is Christmas Eve,” Hendrix says.
“Really?” I ask and he nods with a mix of shock and disbelief on his face.
“Well wouldn’t that be fantastic if you and your baby had the same birthday?” Dr. Molina smiles at us and turns off the fetal doppler. “I’ll give you a minute to clean up and then will meet you at the appointment desk. Congratulations.”
She walks out of the room, my eyes following her as she shuts the door behind her. My chin is tugged and my lips are instantly captured in a kiss. Hendrix’s mouth locks with mine and he holds my face as if he needs the touch to assure him this is real.
He rests his forehead against mine and we breathe each other, and the moment in. “I love you, little mouse,” he whispers and my eyes pop open.
My heart beats faster than the baby’s that we just heard, and my bottom lip begins to wobble.
“I love you too, Mr. Wolf.” It’s a hushed moment between the two of us that I hope my parents don’t hear.
Seeing as the room feels like a matchbox with all of us crammed in, I doubt that. But when I look over to the corner they stand in, I find it empty. I spin around to see if maybe they moved to stand behind me, but aside from Hendrix and I the room is empty.
“Where’d they go?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, but how about you get cleaned up and meet the doctor at the reception desk.” He kisses my forehead then wipes away the gel still smeared over my still flat belly.
“No sign of Mr. Wolf today.” I bite my lip, hiding a cheeky grin.
“Oh he’ll be along later. Be patient, little mouse.” He leans in and takes my lip from between my teeth and into his.
I know he’s itching to pierce my skin and taste me, but with my parents…somewhere, he refrains himself. When we walk out and find them standing near the wall, we see that they must have snuck out when we were lost in one another.
They both smile at us, and we walk to the check out desk, Hendrix holding my hand every step of the way.
“Hendrix. I’ll be fine,” I insist but continues to shake his head, arms crossed and standing in front of his bike.
After an adventure-filled weekend of sonograms and house hunting, Hendrix returned to Cattywump Bay alone and I stayed in Waco, crying and counting down the days until I’d be reunited with him again. I had already planned to go down for the weekend, so it was only a matter of four days until I saw him , but it was four days too long.
Now he’s refusing to take me for a ride on his bike, saying it’s dangerous for both the baby and I.
“No way, little mouse. You aren’t getting on a bike ever again. Four wheels only.”
“What? You’re smoking crack if you think I’ll just–” and then a brilliant idea pops into my head. “Fine. Four wheels it is. I want to drive Big Green.”
His beautiful green dodge sits bright and shiny right next to where we stand in his garage.
“Dagen,” he growls.
“Hendrix,” I mimic. “It’s either the bike or the car. What’s it going to be, Mr. Wolf?”
His nostrils flare and he rests his hands on his hips, looking incredibly annoyed that I’ve bested him.
“Dammit. Fine. Let me get the fucking keys.” I smile as he stomps towards where his keys hang, mumbling, “That woman.”
With a laugh, I catch the keys when he tosses them to me and he smacks the button for the garage doors. The motor whirs and it opens slowly, revealing the warm spring day.
“Is it too much to ask you to take off your shoes and wear driving gloves?” He stands on the passenger side, a painful look on his face.
“Yes. Too much, Hendrix. Get in.” He sighs and slides in while I gently sit and rub my hands together with a squeal.
I stick in the key and turn it, bringing the engine to life with a sweet, glorious purr. I adjust my mirrors, fasten my seatbelt and put the gear shift in reverse. Hendrix looks like he wants to jump out of his skin, so I decide to calm his fears and show him I’m a good driver.
I gently ease up on the brake and roll out of the garage. He clicks the button on the remote and we watch the garage door close. The tires are slow as I roll back and turn around once I reach the large driveway. I slowly shift into drive….then slam my foot down on the gas and haul ass onto the street.
“Fucking Christ, Dagen. Slow down,” he yells while holding onto the dashboard.
“Oh for the love. Chill out grandpa. I’m only going,” I take my eyes off the road for a moment to check the speedometer. “Fifty-five. You go like, one hundred on your bike.”
“Yeah but that’s me. And it’s not my baby.”
“I thought I was your baby,” I pout, lip and all.
“You are but–watch that car. Fuck.” He grabs at his chest like it hurts.
“Just relax, Henny. I’ve got this.” I slow down until we’re out of the neighborhood, then speed up once I’m on the highway.
I cruise along to I-10 and decide to take us to our beach. It technically belongs to the US Government, but it’s the spot where we gave into our raging feelings for one another.
It only takes a few minutes to finally relax and see that I’m capable of handling his machine. Both of them, in fact. When I pull into the parking lot, he breathes a sigh of relief.
“See. Safe and sound. All your limbs are still intact and your baby is just fine.” I turn off the engine and face him.
“Take off your seatbelt,” he demands.
I roll my eyes and do as he says, figuring he’ll be the one driving us home. The minute the belt slides back into the slot, I’m yanked over the wood paneled center console. I yelp as I’m lifted and come down hard in his lap.
His big hand holds the back of my head as he kisses me. My nipples harden and my core grows wet.
“Do you know how fucking hot that was? Seeing you take control like a goddamn badass.” I moan into his mouth and begin rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.
Or like a horny pregnant woman.
“Think you can get us home just as quickly?” His mouth continues to devour mine between words.
“Yes. But you’re going to have to let me go.”
He groans at the thought of having to stop. He lets go of my head and before I climb back over, he slides his fingers up the inside of my shorts, dipping his fingers into my pussy. He brings them to his mouth and sucks.
“A little taste for the road.” He throws me a wink and smacks my ass, urging me to get a move on it.
Life with this man is definitely going to be an adventure.