Chapter 19 Pancakes
Tyler’s Las Vegas birthday dinner ended up turning into an engagement celebration, with Nicki not drinking at all, and Tommy drinking too much.
Tyler and Tiffany kept their alcohol intake at a reasonable level, with Tyler focused on Nicki all night and Tiffany eyeing Tommy taking a shot whenever Tyler not-so-discreetly touched Nicki’s stomach.
It seemed the more Tiffany drank, the more sober she became and her weekend-long suspicion only confirmed itself at the dinner table.
Tommy’s heartbreak was evident by the duct tape he was trying to hold it together with.
“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll call ya,” Tommy shouted to Tiffany when she got out of the Escalade, back in Seattle.
“Please don’t,” she quipped, not even turning back.
“Hey! Tiffany!” Tommy shouted after her.
She swung back around and crossed her arms.
Tommy got out of the SUV and ran up to her.
She smelled the wave of alcohol coming from him, even in the fresh air.
“Honey, are you upset? I’m sorry that—”
“Stop, Tommy. I know I’m just one of your many girls, and I was OK with it. But this weekend was just embarrassing. What are you gonna do, Tommy? When they get married? You’re gonna ruin their wedding?”
“What? No! Tiffany, I—”
“Please, Tommy, save your words. They’re written all over your face. Two brothers, in love with their assistant. Quite the pickle!” Tiffany scoffed and turned around to her condo entrance.
“I’m sorry!” Tommy shouted after her.
Except that I’m not…
Tyler’s cheeks hurt from the constant smiling all the way up to the first doctor’s appointment a few days after their return from Vegas.
He sat beside Nicki on the reclining hospital chair and held her hand as they waited.
“God, I’m so nervous. I wonder what she will say!” Nicki exclaimed.
“I’m wondering how far along it is and where it happened,” Tyler offered excitedly, rubbing her hand.
“Um, I know exactly where, honey, Montana! You know what you did to me there!” Nicki teased.
“Oh yeah, that had to have been it. That was so incredible, baby, I filled you up with my c—”
“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Dorien, I see that you came in for a very special visit today!” the doctor said when she walked in with Nicki’s blood work.
“Oh, it’s not Mrs. Dor—”
“Shh, yes it is. You have a Dorien inside of you, you are Mrs. Dorien already. Don’t correct the doctor, baby,” Tyler said.
“Ah, I see the ring! Wow, beautiful! You must be very excited,” the doctor said as she prepared the ultrasound machine.
“Yes, we are very excited, for the wedding and the baby. We just found out last weekend,” Nicki confirmed.
“That’s wonderful. Let me just set you up here and you’ll be good to go.”
The doctor folded up Nicki’s shirt, uncovering her lower tummy. The left side of her torso revealed her massive scars. The doctor was kind enough to pretend not to notice.
Tyler kissed Nicki’s hand again.
“My baby having my baby,” he whispered.
The doctor applied the cool gel over Nicki’s skin and proceeded to graze the transducer over her belly, looking at the screen.
“There it is,” the doctor said, squinting at the black and white fuzzy image on the screen.
Nicki gasped. “Oh my God, so it’s there? A baby is in there?”
“Yup, it’s there! I know it’s very hard to see, as it’s so early, but based on the image I’m seeing, you are definitely pregnant. I’d say about five and a half to six weeks along,” she confirmed.
Tyler rushed in to kiss Nicki on the lips several times.
“I knew it was Montana!” Nicki teased.
The doctor printed off the image of the squiggly black and white lines with a barely-there dot in the middle and handed it to Tyler.
He took it delicately and beamed looking at it with both hands.
“Baby, we should frame this together with that note you got from the motel receptionist.”
Nicki burst out laughing.
“Congratulations you two. Now, Nicki, based on your blood work I see here, and your history, you are very healthy and there is no reason to expect any issues. But I see the scars you have on the side of your abdomen there. Those might stretch and cause some pain when you’re further along.
There are creams for that to help soothe the stretching of the skin in that area.
Just be prepared for some discomfort, OK? ”
Nicki nodded and looked at Tyler.
His eyes glossed over and he leaned over to kiss her head.
“We will deal with that if we need to, baby, you’re going to have everything you need. I’ll buy all the cremes of the world to make sure you are comfortable, my angel, OK? Don’t worry.”
The doctor passed Nicki some pamphlets and additional brochures. “Be sure to nourish yourself and come back in a couple more weeks for another checkup. Maybe we’ll be able to tell the sex of the baby.”
Nicki and Tyler looked at each other, eyes wide, excited.
The doctor left the room with her files.
“Oh my God, baby, it’s happening,” Tyler said, giddy at this point. “I wonder what it is. God, if it’s a girl, she’s going to be a beautiful angel like you. If it’s a boy, he’s going to be a trouble maker like me.”
“You’re going to be a dad!” Nicki said, caressing the side of his face.
“And you’re going to be a mother. You’re going to be the best mother in the world, baby,” Tyler said, ignoring the moisture pooling in his eyes. “Come on, let’s go and celebrate some more. I want to tell the crew.”
Nicki put her cardigan back on.
“You know, they say to wait a bit before you start telling people. Until it’s like three months or something,” Nicki suggested.
“Do you think I can keep this news a secret? Baby, I’m going to get one of those giant air blown people on the roof of the Compound, the ones they use at car dealerships to spread the news!” Tyler said excitedly, hurrying her toward the exit of the hospital.
“Wait, hold on.” Nicki stopped him in the hall.
“What is it, baby?”
“Well, just with the news. I know you’re excited. And… I think you were only half joking about the roof blow-up thing, but do you think this news might spread to the Leemans? What if they try to do something?” Nicki asked quietly, with worry moving into her excitement.
Tyler inspected her face. His got serious.
“Come here.”
Tyler pulled Nicki into a nearby empty hospital storage closet and closed the door.
“Baby, I will not have you spend one second of your time worrying about our enemies and this new information. I’m already taking care of it, honey. And I wasn’t going to say anything until this afternoon cause that’s when they are starting, but I’m bringing in an armed security team for you—”
“No, no! That’s not necessary—”
“Do not argue with me about this, please, Nicki, that’s all I ask.
Just accept it, OK? We’re still in the middle of the war and it won’t be over until the third and final delivery.
But that doesn’t mean you won’t be taken care of until then.
Sasha alone is not enough anymore; I need you surrounded with the best of the best. I will not have it any other way, OK? ”
Nicki sighed and looked down.
“Fine. As if I have a choice,” she said quietly.
“You’re going to be protected better than the First Lady. Cause you’re my lady. My wife.”
“Not yet, I’m not,” Nicki teased.
“Oh yes you are,” Tyler whispered, and gently gripped her neck, pushing her back against the wall of folded hospital sheets and towels.
“You are my fucking wife, do you hear me?” his face an inch away from hers.
She nodded with his hand around her neck. Her lust activated.
He grabbed her hair with his other hand and moved the hand from her neck up to her jaw.
“Whose wife are you?” Tyler demanded in his low, vibrating voice.
“Yours.”
He opened her mouth and put his thumb into it, opening it wider before he kissed it.
“What’s your name?” he slithered into her ear.
“Nicole Dorien,” she responded.
“That’s fucking right, baby. I don’t ever want to hear you correct anybody for saying that!”
“I won’t, honey, I love it. I can’t wait to make it official.”
“Yeah.”
Tyler slid his hand up her skirt and in between her legs.
He rubbed his hand over her underwear and felt her wetness seeping through the material.
“Fuuuuuck me!”
“Baby, shhh! Somebody is going to come in here!” Nicki scolded.
Tyler turned to make sure the door was locked before bending down to his knees and moving her skirt higher.
“I’m going to fucking eat your pussy,” he stated.
Blush filled Nicki’s cheeks.
Tyler wasted no time, feeling how wet she was and dove right in, opening his mouth wide, devouring her entire pussy. Kissing it, making it even wetter, and licking it with his tongue out wide.
“Fuck, yes, baby!” Nicki whispered, tilting her head up, resting it on the softness of the towels behind her.
Tyler went crazy, circling his face over her clit, indulging in the sweet wetness that she could not control.
She caressed his head and pulled him closer into her.
“Yes, baby!” Nicki shouted, before slapping her hand over her own mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
Tyler’s talented tongue made her gush and glisten as the orgasmic explosion could no longer be contained.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” Tyler whispered, allowing her to come down to Earth, now finishing her off with his hand.
“That’s my good girl, coming so nicely for me,” Tyler said, getting up off the ground.
He gave her a few more seconds of grace before he initiated the next phase of his pleasure.
Standing in front of her, he took her hand gently, and kissed it.
He then placed it over top of his crotch so that she could feel his iron-hard erection in his pants, and just how much control she had over him. And how little he had around her.
“You know what I’m gonna do now?” Tyler asked.
“I could imagine,” Nicki teased.
“I’m going to make sure you’re fucking pregnant.”
Nicki smiled devilishly.
Tyler undid his pants and whipped out his cock, with the precum already at the tip.
“Look at what you do to me!” he shouted.
He guided his dick into her sopping wet opening and started thrusting effortlessly, hard.
He pressed up on her, leaning up against the linen wall and he fucked her pussy deeply, pumping his shaft through her.
“I’m going to fucking make sure my baby is in there,” he growled. “I’m going to pump you with my biggest load of come right now, get fucking ready.”
It didn’t take long, swimming in so much lust that it was hardly imaginable to control his timing.
“My wife,” he whispered. “Whose wife are you?”
“Yours.”
“Uuuuuuhhhggg!” Tyler shouted, forgetting about his volume, releasing all he had into her.
He cried out into her neck, all of his pleasure and all of his pain.
She held him closely, there in the closet, sweating, letting him come down slowly, kissing his cheek gently.
“Shhhhh, baby,” Nicki whispered.
He panted into her neck.
He pulled out slowly.
He put his pants on, wobbling.
“They should really put chairs back here,” he managed, out of breath.
Nicki laughed, adjusting her skirt and her purse.
“You know, darling, there’s just one more thing I need before we go back to work,” Nicki said.
“Uh, if it’s another load from me, you’re gonna have to give me like at least another five minutes, Jesus Christ.”
“No!” Nicki said, smacking him on the shoulder playfully.
“I really, really want…”
“What is it baby? I’m in a state where you can ask me literally anything and I’ll give it to you. If you want me to buy you an elephant or chop off my left arm, I’d probably do it.”
“Ha! OK, cause I think since it’s after 12:00 it might be too late now, but I really, really want pancakes from Nancy’s diner. Do you think they could still make—”
Tyler rushed to unlock the door before she finished her sentence and pulled Nicki out of the closet by the hand quickly.
A couple of nurses nearby looked over and then back at each other, puzzled.
“Baby, of course you can have fucking pancakes, are you kidding? When Nancy sees that ring, she’s going to open up a whole pancake station in our house just for you. And if she doesn’t, I’ll buy you your own fucking IHOP.”
“Yaaay!”
The red-cheeked pair ran out of the hospital, holding hands and laughing all the way to Nancy’s diner where Nicki received her much-craved portion of pancakes and whipped cream for lunch.
Tyler beamed looking at her; effervescent, full of pancakes and his baby.
In the back of his mind, behind his prideful smile, between every mouthful of buttery pancakes she ate, the wheels were turning as to how he’s going to pull it off.
How he was going to not only take back his gun business, but reinforce his territory to be more lucrative and even bigger than before.
“Eat, baby, eat more,” he encouraged happily, sipping on his coffee.
You are giving me the Dorien Dynasty, my love. And I’m going to give you more power and money than you will know what to do with.