Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Safe to say, I’d never been in a real OB Gyn office before in my life.
Fucked a lot of women on sets of one, but that’s because there’s a peculiar trope for naughty doctors who take advantage of women while their feet are spread wide in stirrups.
I got the appeal in theory, but not in reality.
The number of posters and models of vaginas, babies in utero, labor stages, and some weird-looking duck pictures made out of speculums, was just bizarre.
Also, why was there a poster advertising turning your tit into a pancake? If someone tried to stick my balls inside that thing, they’d be dead. Very, very dead.
Most of the people in the waiting room were women.
There were only two other guys, both of whom looked extremely uncomfortable to be here.
While I thought the number of uteruses currently on display was excessive, I had no issue being here.
Though I had to wonder if the red lava lamp on the receptionist’s counter was a bit on the nose.
The thing I was most pissed about was the fact that they required me to wear a shirt and slippahs to enter. What fucked up rule was that? Lu was about to be stripped down with her pussy on display and they cared what was on my feet?
One guy, who was with a heavily pregnant woman, kept glancing at the poster showing the stages of labor dilations and then glancing down at his fist in question.
When he noticed me, I gave him a knowing smirk.
He blushed and quickly looked away. Yeah, that fucker was definitely trying to figure out why his woman wouldn’t take his fist when she was able to pop out a baby. Fucking moron.
I was a bit impressed with the other guy, or should I say kid.
He looked barely old enough to know what his dick was.
I highly doubted he was the father of the baby in his arms. If I had to guess, I’d say son or stepson to the lady next to him.
She looked like she’d been through labor recently.
Made me wonder where the father was and why a maybe sixteen year old was helping to take care of the kid.
The door opened to the exam rooms. “Ka’ana’ana!”
Lu turned a glare on me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she snapped, her voice low. “That’s what you asked the receptionist before? To change my last name on the file?”
I shrugged. “No point fighting the inevitable, babe.”
Lu rolled her eyes as she stood. But she still took my hand as we walked towards the nurse and the open door.
I noticed the nurse eyeing my cut as we passed. Lu wasn’t wearing hers, which was fine. We were led down another hall to a scale that Lu was asked to step onto. The nurse kept eyeing me as the numbers appeared on the monitor.
Lu frowned at the number. Turning to me, she hissed, “This is why I don’t keep so much Rocky Road in the house.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You say that like that number has any correlation to how fucking sexy I find you.”
The narrowing of her eyes lessened slightly and her pout twitched into a smile.
“Over here, please,” the nurse instructed. I glared at her for her tone but Lu walked obediently to the wall so the nurse could measure her height. Then I raised an eyebrow as the woman stepped between Lu and I with her ass popped towards me.
Even in scrubs I could tell the lady had a nice ass, but what exactly did she think she was going to accomplish by trying to show it to me?
I followed again as she led Lu to an exam room. Putting the chart inside the plastic cubby on the wall by the door, she instructed Lu to remove her pants and underwear before getting on the exam table, where there was a paper cover for her to drape over her lap.
When I stepped forward to head into the room too, the nurse actually put her arm across the doorway, barring my entry.
Her voice turned sultry as she tipped her head and arched her back so her tits lifted towards me.
“Why don’t we give her some privacy?” she offered.
“I can show you the break room. Maybe get you a cup of,” she looked me up and down, “coffee?”
I lifted my eyebrows. No doubt ‘coffee’ meant ‘blowjob’.
As she had done with me, I gave her a very slow once over. Starting at her blonde hair down to her perky tits to her shapely waist and long legs to her slippahs.
“Impressive,” I said. I took a step forward, lifting my hand to place on the doorway above her head.
The smile she gave me was pure sex. “What is?”
“That you’re able to hide such a large set of balls inside those skin-tight scrubs.” I gestured to her crotch. “Don’t even see a bulge or anything.”
Her smile fell slightly. “Wha… What?” She looked utterly confused.
I shrugged. “Just saying, the balls it took to offer me coffee,” I said pointedly, because we both knew that coffee wasn’t actually what she was offering, “in front of my pregnant wahine must be massive. Bigger than mine. Personally, I’m very interested in seeing these massive balls.
” I looked at Lu through the open doorway, who was just watching the show with an amused expression. “Would you like to see them too, dear?”
“I’m sure there’s a spare gown or something in here she can wear,” Lu offered. “You poor thing, those scrubs must be so constricting.”
The woman’s cheeks were practically aflame by now. She ducked her way out from under my arm and hurried down the hallway.
I didn’t move from my position as Lu approached me in the doorway. The look she gave me was amused and exasperated. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she complained.
“You say that like I did anything to entice her. I am entirely innocent in this.”
Lu snorted. “You are many things, Aloiki. Innocent is not one of them.”
I gave her a wicked smile. “Need any help getting out of those shorts?”
“Getting me out of my pants is how we got into this predicament,” she remarked, stepping back. I followed her into the room and closed the door.
“If I recall, you were already out of your pants when I found you,” I growled. I was still royally pissed at the memory of her being carried by that fucking Bloody Scorpion over his shoulder in just her bra and panties.
“We have no way of knowing that’s when I got pregnant,” she reminded me.
I reached for her shorts. “I’d like to think it is.”
After she got naked from the waist down, I lifted her up onto the examination table.
I tipped my head towards the ultrasound machine in the corner of the room as I stepped between her spread legs.
“Do you know how to work one of those? I want a sonogram of my dick inside your pussy for our bedroom.”
Lu laughed at my question like I was joking. I wasn’t.
There was a Ford Escape parked in front of my house when Lu and I pulled into the farm.
I could tell when Lu saw it too because she stiffened at my back.
I didn’t own a car, or a cage. If I couldn’t take my bike or Koa someplace, chances were, I wasn’t going there.
I had enough friends with boats that I’d never felt the need to get one either.
All my surf boards were kept at my shop.
The Escape wasn’t in good condition. The vehicle wasn’t that old, but it wasn’t well maintained. I knew enough about mechanics to be dangerous, but not enough to fix an engine blindfolded. But even I knew better than to take the oil changing indicator as only a suggestion.
Kalea wasn’t in the car when I pulled up next to it. Lu got off my bike first, removing her helmet. I didn’t use a brain bucket, but to her annoyance, I forced one on Lu’s head every time we rode.
We could see the front door was open with the screen door closed.
I didn’t know where Tangaloa was, but his bike wasn’t in the drive. There was a chance he was at the barn overseeing the construction or down at Bacon’s. As Lu and I approached the house, I sent off a message to tell him to stay away from home for a while.
Pualani squealed from her place on the kitchen floor when she saw me. My niece made her way to her feet before waddling her way up to me with her arms outstretched.
I picked her up, because I wasn’t entirely heartless. It still baffled me that she got excited upon seeing me. It wasn’t like I was around her that much. I was a bit surprised she even remembered me.
Lu greeted Pua over my shoulder, making my niece giggle and squirm in my arms.
Whatever joy I felt for seeing my baby niece evaporated when I saw my sister sitting at my kitchen table. I passed Pua off to Lu. There was paperwork in front of Kalea that I recognized, and none of it looked signed.
“Can you take her outside for a bit?” I asked Lu. “Keep clear of the barn.” I hadn’t heard back from Tangaloa, so I didn’t know where he was to keep Pua away from him. I didn’t want Pua by the construction anyway.
Lu nodded and walked back outside with Pua in her arms.
My sister didn’t even question my decision to have Lu take her daughter out of the house.
I headed over to the fridge. “Those papers don’t look signed.”
“Because they’re not,” my sister responded. She slid them across the old table towards me. “It’s not enough, Aloiki. I need to think of Pua’s future. If I’m not getting income from the farm monthly, then I need enough to hold me over.”
The farm hadn’t been getting that much income. We weren’t rolling in green. It was a small chunk of change each month. Not enough to live off of but enough to maybe help make ends meet.
“You should be lucky you get anything. I could have taken labor and upkeep out of your cut, but I didn’t. Don’t forget your horses live here too.” I sat down across from her, beer in hand. “Want to try again?”
Kalea made a face. “I don’t want to sell. The farm is my last connection to our parents.”
“And I would believe that if you spent any time here at all. You haven’t ridden your horse in years.” I wasn’t a detective, but clearly there was something more going on here.
“Look,” she snapped. “It’s my right not to sell. You can’t make me.”