Chapter Thirty-Seven
MARCO
It’s been a little over a month since we’ve been back from San Diego, and to say we’ve been busy as hell would be putting it mildly.
Bella and I spend our days juggling training, spending time with our daughter who is now six months old and sitting up and crawling, finding time for us, and on top of all that, I’m learning the ropes of the gym and Bella is getting ready to go back to school next month.
I’ll be glad when this fight is behind us.
We had a photo shoot we had to do, and of course, they ended up taking photos of us separate and together.
Daniel West knows what he’s doing. People are eating this shit up about us being a couple and both fighting.
With the fight being promoted like crazy, my fans have come out of the woodwork.
Everyone is commenting and posting all over social media.
There are the guys who are pumped for me to fight and win, and then there are the guys who make it known Bella can do better and hope I get my ass kicked.
The gossip rags that are making accusations about me being hooked on drugs doesn’t help.
The women are even worse. There are the women who are pro-Bella and me and post hearts and flowers, and then there’s the crazies. The women who call her names and tell her to kick rocks so they can have me to themselves.
Bella’s dad hired a PR specialist to handle her social media once she came to the gym pissed off and almost in tears about the mean shit some women were posting about her. He wants her to focus on the fight and ignore the rest.
Bella and I moved all her stuff into the master bedroom and we’ve slept together every night.
But even with us living in the same house and sleeping under the same roof, I’m missing my woman like crazy, which is why I have texted Cooper and told him Bella won’t be in today.
He threw a fit through text messages, but when I told him I need some time with her and my daughter, he texted back that he understood and said he would see me tonight.
I hear the baby monitor light up and crackle with Micaela’s coos so I jump out of bed to grab her. I change her diaper and get her dressed then bring her into our room for Bella to feed her.
“Morning.” I give her a kiss before handing our daughter over to her.
She stretches her arms, her tiny tank top lifting and exposing her defined torso and shimmering belly ring.
Training for this fight has toned her already toned body even more, but the few stretch marks from her pregnancy are still present.
Whenever I see them, it reminds me I never got to see her pregnant.
I saw several pictures but I didn’t get to experience it with her and it was entirely my fault.
She pulls her top up and takes Micaela from me. “What?”
“I want to have another baby.”
Bella’s eyes go wide and she coughs in shock. “Umm…”
“Not right now.” I laugh. “I know you have school and the UFC and you want to make a career out of it, but one day, when we’re in a good place to have another baby, I want to give Micaela a brother or sister. I want to go to all your appointments with you. I want us to do it right next time.”
Bella gives me a small smile and nods in understanding. “Okay, one day, a long time from now, we’ll have another baby.”
While she feeds Micaela, I jump in the shower and get dressed, and then once she’s done, I tell her to get ready. “I’ll just shower after I get back from the gym.”
“No gym today.”
“What? The fight is in like a week!”
“That’s very true and tomorrow you can go back to training. But today is a family day. Now go get ready.”
She gives me a side-eye glance but doesn’t argue.
Once we’re all packed up, we head out. About twenty minutes later, we arrive at our destination.
Bella grabs Micaela and I grab the diaper bag.
When we walk through the front door of the place, music fills our ears.
Little kid music. There’s a register and café to the right, and to the left are see-through glass walls with a huge indoor playground inside.
“Wow! Marco, this is so cool!” With it being close to a hundred degrees outside, I searched for stuff to do and found this place.
It’s an indoor playground for toddlers and kids from ages six months to six years old.
We pay the lady at the counter, sign the waiver that states if Micaela gets hurt we can’t sue them, and put the socks on I brought for us, since I read we would need them.
When we enter the glassed-in playground, there are little kids running around everywhere.
There are jungle gyms and fake tree houses.
There’s a huge rectangular trampoline that’s built into the ground and a big pit filled with balls.
There’s an area for dress up and make believe and a kitchen with tons of fake food.
Along the walls are every toddler toy imaginable from puzzles and blocks, to books and light up toys.
Micaela takes it all in for a minute before she wriggles out of Bella’s grasp to get down.
Bella sets her on the soft foam ground and she starts to crawl away.
We both stare at our little girl as she leaves us like she doesn’t even know us, until she stops, sits up shakily and checks to make sure we’re still here.
My heart constricts at the thought of one day my daughter not turning back and looking for me or feeling like she doesn’t need me.
We spend the day playing with Micaela. We jump on the trampoline while holding her, slide down the twisty slide into the ball pit, and show her every block and puzzle.
We break for lunch and then go back at it again, showing her how to climb up the blow-up slide that she isn’t ready for, and play in the kitchen, which her only goal is to shove every fake piece of food into her mouth to taste it.
It’s a great day that ends with Micaela passed out in the back seat while we go to our next destination.
“Thank you for finding that place. That was so much fun! I saw they do yearly memberships. I think we should get one.”
“Sounds good, babe.”
“Where are we going now?”
“Dinner.”
We pull up to the Rain Forest Café and I let the hostess know we’re here for the Michaels’ party. When she takes us back, everybody yells out, “Happy Half-Birthday!”
Bella gasps in shock and Micaela squeals seeing all our family here.
“What the heck is this?” Bella laughs, stunned.
“It’s Micaela’s half birthday. When I moved in with my parents, I had never had a birthday before, so my mom made up a birthday called a half birthday.”
“I remember that! Every year you would get a birthday and a half birthday.”
“Yep! And I thought it would be cool to continue the tradition with our daughter, so today we’re celebrating her half birthday.”
“You are such a good daddy,” Bella murmurs against my lips, making my cock twitch.
“Woman, you can’t do that in public. I might have to resort to taking you in the bathroom.”
When she doesn’t argue, and her eyebrows go up silently challenging me, I laugh. My girlfriend is always horny and she knows I love it.
Challenge accepted.
We’ve had dinner, sang Happy Half-Birthday to the birthday girl and everyone is starting to say their goodbyes. It’s now or never. “Meet me by the bathroom,” I whisper into Bella’s ear.
I don’t give her a chance to argue before I disappear down the hall to the family bathroom that’s situated between the men’s and women’s restroom. I open the door halfway, then pull Bella inside as she walks by unsure of where to go, locking the door behind us.
She gasps when I push her up against the sink, her hands landing on the porcelain to hold her up.
Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror and I don’t waste any time tugging her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
With my eyes never leaving hers, I push one finger into her tight cunt while my lips press up against her neck, sucking softly on the spot that gets her going every damn time.
With her hands still holding onto the sink, her eyes roll back as I kiss and suck on her skin. When I feel her getting wetter, I add another digit. Her pussy is already tight, and with her shorts wrapped around her ankles, her legs can only open so much.
“Fuck, baby. Your cunt is gripping the fuck out of my fingers.” I work her pussy up, getting it wet and loose. While my fingers fuck her, my thumb massages her clit. She lets out breathy moans telling me she’s close. A few seconds later, her pussy tightens as she comes all over my fingers.
Not being able to go another second without being inside of her, I unbuckle my pants and shove them, along with my briefs, down just enough to free my cock.
One hand grips the curve of her hip and the other pushes her back down.
Her ass pops up enough that I can slide my dick into her wet cunt from behind. And holy fuck, it’s tight like this.
“Belles, there’s no way I’m lasting,” I warn. “You’re going to have to help me out here.” She knows exactly what I mean, her hand going to her pussy as she begins to massage her clit.
Grabbing hold of her hair with one hand and holding onto her hip with the other, I drive in and out of her, our eyes staying trained on each other.
Her mouth is parted, and her face is flushed, and fuck if she isn’t the most goddamn beautiful sight to be seen.
I can feel her fingers graze my cock every so often as she rubs her clit and it only spurs me on.
My thrusts get harder—more erratic—then without warning, I’m bottoming out in her, coming so hard my body shakes and my legs almost give out.
She moans out my name as she comes with me, her pussy contracting around my cock, milking me until I’m bone dry.
“I think bathroom sex is my new favorite kind of sex.” She gives me a wink, and I laugh which causes me to groan because my dick is still buried inside of her.
“I’d have to agree.”