Chapter 15
Fifteen
HITTER
“ A lright, baby, time to get up. The club party is today, and I’ve got to help with setup,” I tell Izzy, slapping her sexy ass, trying to get her out of bed. She really is the worst morning person, especially after she and Piper hang out. They stay up and talk until early morning, and Swift and I are forced to drag them apart. Devin loves it. He says he loves seeing his two girls bonding and spending time together.
“ggmmhhhfffffff wwwwaiiiiiii,” she grumbles with her face buried in the pillow. I lift it off her head and move closer, smiling before kissing her forehead.
“What was that, baby? I didn’t catch it.” I ask, and she growls, sounding a bit like me now while trying to burrow under the covers.
“Go. Away!” she says, more clearly this time.
“Can’t do that, Angel. We’ve got to get going. I’ve got some surprises for you today,” I say, knowing that’ll perk her up.
“I love surprises,” she tells me with a big smile on her face.
She’s completely naked, and I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful tits. They look bigger, and from our little morning fuck session, I know they’re sensitive, too. I have a feeling I know what’s going on, but until I find a way to be completely sure, I don’t want to freak Izzy out by telling her she might be pregnant. We haven’t used any protection since the moment I took her the first time, and I’m trying my damnedest not to get my hopes up. I bought a pregnancy yesterday but wasn’t sure if I should tell her or not. Izzy hops out of bed and starts counting her paces to the bathroom, which gives me an idea.
“Baby, I need you to pee in this sample cup for me,” I tell her, handing her one of the cups we use for mouthwash.
“Eww… What? Why?” she asks, stopping in the bathroom doorway.
“Grim wants to make sure everything in your system looks alright, your hormones and all that shit. You know I’m not good with all that doctor shit he talks, but if it’s about you, I don’t take chances, you know that. He says it’s a standard precaution; nothing to worry about,” I tell her, making this shit up as I go.
“Fine, but you can hand it to him. I swear you asking for my pee is kind of icky, Cason,” she cringes, laughing, but fuck that.
It may be a bit creepy, but Izzy’s been through too much. I need to protect her, to see if my suspicions are correct. If she’s not, no harm done, but if she is, I’ll need to find a way of telling her. I need to see if she even wants kids. We’ve never really discussed it one way or the other. At one time, she mentioned how worried she’d be if she had kids. I know she’s scared that by not having her sight, she could hurt our baby. I know better than that shit, but I’ll still do whatever I have to do to protect her and our children.
“Alright, I set the creep cup on the counter. I’m going to get dressed. What do people wear to these things?” she asks, walking out of the bathroom and feeling along the wall until she reaches the closet.
“Give me a sec, let me take a piss, and I’ll help you pick something out,” I tell her even though we’ve labeled the tags in her clothes with braille. She could do it on her own, but I love it when she lets me help. I’d rather be undressing her than dressing her, but I’ll take what I can get. Besides, I’ll be doing that later, anyway.
I walk into the bathroom and look in the top drawer on my side of the vanity, pulling out the test. I quickly dip it into the cup, then set it on the counter before turning and heading toward my angel.
“Okay, anything specific you want to wear today?” I ask, looking at how beautiful she is. She put on a black see-through bra with a matching thong, and all I want to do is bend her over and…
“Can you hand me a black tank top with my dark jean shorts?” she asks, and automatically, I pull them out for her. She walks back into the bedroom to get dressed, and I return to the bathroom. As soon as I see the word “Pregnant,” my knees almost give out. I have to grab hold of the counter to make sure I don’t fall.
Holy fuck, I’m going to be a dad. I can’t help the smile that overtakes me. I feel tears well in my eyes, but I shake my head to push them back.
“Hey, babe, you almost ready to go?” Izzy asks, walking into the bathroom.
“Yeah, sorry. Let me throw on a shirt, and we can head out,” I say, looking at her beautiful face. I hope we have a daughter who looks just like her. Long dark hair, pale skin, with the cutest fucking button nose I’ve ever seen.
“I’m going to go get a ginger ale from the fridge. My stomach has been unpredictable lately,” she tells me, walking out. I wonder if she suspects anything. I can’t hold in the smile, though, all through the drive to the compound, meeting with my brothers, and setting up the party. I probably look like a complete fucking idiot, and I don’t give two fucks.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on, brother? Your face is creeping me out, and I’m the crazy one around here,” Loki says as Comp, Swift, Grim, and Grease all come closer with their beers.
“I just got some really great news today, is all,” I tell them.
No way I’m telling these dickheads before Izzy knows. Speaking of the mother of my child, I think as I look around for my woman; I see her and Piper standing by the food table. Piper picks up a bottled water and then hands a beer to my woman. My feet are moving before I even realize it. Izzy brings the beer to her lips, and I get there in just enough time to knock it out of her hands.
“What the hell, Hitter?” Piper asks, stepping back.
“Cason!” Izzy yells, her face turning red. I don’t know if it’s anger or embarrassment, but I don’t care.
“You’ve had an upset stomach, Angel. That’s just going to make it worse,” I tell her, hoping she takes that excuse and doesn’t want me to further explain.
“Okay, that makes sense, but how about you tell me to stop next time? You don’t have to knock it out of my hand, drenching me in the process,” she grumbles. I wince, realizing her shirt is completely drenched, and I can see her nipples through the fabric.
“Oh, here, Izzy. You can have mine,” Beau tells her, yanking his shirt over his head. The fucker has a death wish; I swear to fuck.
“Prospect! If you don’t stop fucking undressing in front of my woman, I will bury you beneath that fucking bar, and the new prospects can dance over your fucking corpse,” Swift growls.
“And if she’s going to wear any fucker’s shirt, it’s going to be mine,” I say, growling and stepping closer to him. Beau smirks, but puts the shirt back on. Even if the fucker likes to push his limits, I already know he’s going to be an excellent brother when Swift finally patches him in.
“I’m fine, really. I think there’s an extra shirt in our old room here. I’ll go try to find one,” she tells me.
“I’ll help. I need to see if there is another pair of shorts since mine got wet,” Piper says, locking arms with Izzy and winking at me when I look at her shorts and see there’s not a splash on her. She wants to help Izzy, but doesn’t want her to feel bad about it. One of the many reasons that woman is perfect for my brother.
“Alright, Hitter, you ready for your ink, brother?” Cutter asks, setting out his tattoo machine and needles. He gets everything set while I roll up my long sleeve and give him my forearm. I want everyone to be able to see her name on me.
“Izzy getting hers today, too?” he asks, and I shake my head no.
“She’s a bit scared. She’ll get hers done later,” I tell the guys as they gather around. I don’t know if the tattoo is good for the baby, so she’ll just have to wait nine months or so for hers.
“You still giving her the cut you had made for her?” Grease asks me, and I smile, nodding.
“Fuck yeah. I need my mark on her somehow.” I smile, thinking about the ring I have burning a hole in my pocket as well. I’ve wanted to ask her to marry me and thought about doing it tonight when I give her the cut, but I didn’t want to take away from Piper and Swift’s announcement. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time since I got the ring earlier this week.
“When you gonna get your head out of your ass and pop the question?” Devin asks, walking over to the group, beer in hand.
“I have the ring… I’m trying to find the perfect time,” I answer, giving him a head nod as he smiles and nods in approval. He may not be Izzy’s biological father, but the man sure protects and treats her like he is.
“Why don’t you do it tonight? When you give her, her cut would be a perfect time,” Swift tells me, and I rub the back of my neck.
“I thought about it, but I didn’t want to take the attention off your and Piper’s announcement,” I tell him.
“What announcement?” Loki asks as Comp chimes in, “Something wrong, Prez?”
“Good news, I hope,” Grim says.
“You nosey fucks can find out later with everyone else. You fuckers are worse than a bunch of women. Don’t worry about that shit, brother. We would all love to share this day. It’s going to be a special one,” Swift grumbles the first part to the guys and then smiles at me before leaving and heading to get another beer. Cutter grunts, and I stop moving. He adds my new ink to the only empty spot on my arms. I watch Piper and Izzy come back out, and Piper smiles, leading Izzy over my way.
“What’s that buzzing noise?” Izzy asks, turning her head to the side.
“Hitters getting your mark tattooed on him.” Piper smiles. Izzy sucks in a breath.
“Really?” she whispers. I look at Cutter, telling him to hold up a minute. I grab Izzy around the waist, pull her down on my lap, and then hold my arm still for Cutter to keep going.
“Of course. I want everyone to see ‘Property of Isabella’ stamped on me,” I whisper in her ear. She shivers, and I know her panties are probably ruined. I can’t wait to bury myself so deep inside her that I lose all sense of reality.
“When can I get mine?” she whispers, and I smile, happy she wants my mark on her, too.
“Next time, it’s all you, Angel. For now, I have another surprise for you. Let me get done with this tattoo first,” I tell her, and she does. She sits on my lap while I describe what Cutter’s doing and how the tattoo looks. This is by far the best party I’ve ever attended. The only thing that could make it better is my woman agreeing to stick by my side for the rest of our lives. That’s what you agree to when getting an MC brother’s cut. The ring is so I can stamp my last name on her beautiful ass forever. I want my mark on Izzy in every shape and form; my property patch on her cut, my ring on her finger, my baby in her belly, and eventually, my ink on her flawless skin. That way, anyone who dares to look her way will know one four-letter word for certain—MINE.