40. Montana
forty
Montana
February
Savage: Happy birthday my love.
Rocky isn’t in bed when I wake up, but when I open my eyes, I see white chrysanthemums mixed with white roses and foliage on my bedside table, along with a birthday card. A bagel with lots of cream cheese—my man knows what I like. It’s still warm so I know he hasn’t been gone long.
“Baby, I’m home! Can you come in here, please?” I hear the door close.
I roll out of bed and walk out of the bedroom to see Rocky holding a little cake, and I just know it’s red velvet, my favorite. He’s smiling from ear to ear, he has two number two rose gold balloons and a candle in the cake that he’s lighting as I walk up to him. My own little Sixteen Candles moment. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to be surprised by someone I love on my birthday, and now I’m experiencing it.
“Make a wish, baby,” he says as he holds up the cake for me to blow out the candle.
“The only wish I would have made can’t come true, but I do know one thing I can wish for.” I smile at him.
“My girl is always so horny, I love it.”.
“I wished for a cat. Get your head out the gutter, Savage.” I laugh and he kisses my forehead. Forehead kisses are literally superior. I’ve said it before, and I'll say it again.
I make a wish, and I blow out the candle. They always say that if you speak your wish then it’ll never come true. But I have everything I could ever want right in my front of me—my man, Rocky Savage, and his little one I’m carrying in my stomach. Resting my hand on my stomach, I caress the side of my bump.
Looking up at Rocky, I watch as he places the cake on the ground while keeping his one hand behind his back. He pulls a little bag out from behind him. The bag is a beautiful shade of olive green and has white tissue paper stick out of the top. A draping white bow tied to the handles as it sprawled down the front.
I open the bag and see a little black box. Holding the box in my hand I look up at Rocky who has a small smile on his face.
“Well, open it,” he says as my fingers tremble with excitement.
When I open it, I see a beautiful ring with a heart-shaped amethyst stone with two little diamonds surrounding it, and a thin diamond encrusted rose gold band. Grabbing the small ring, I look back at Rocky with a cheesy smile.
“This is such a beautiful gift, baby. And it's my birthstone.” Tears are running down my cheeks now.
“This is a promise ring. I promise to love you every day. I know you tell me it's too soon to marry you, even though I would tomorrow. But this is a promise that one day I’ll turn this ring into an engagement ring and marry the hell out of you. Montana, you’ve changed my life in more ways than one, from your sassy remarks to your beautiful heart. You’re carrying my child, and I will cherish you both more than anything in the world.”
His speech has left me speechless.
“I also have one more surprise for you. Open the front door.” He’s grinning wider now.
Grabbing the ring from me and caressing my hand. He places it on the fourth finger on my left hand and kisses it. It’s so beautiful.
Our hands are entangled as we walk towards the door. I walk to the front door and open it. I didn't see it at first, but then I hear it. I look down and I see a kitten. Oh my god, he bought me a cat, is he trying to kill me?
“Umm, Rocky, why is there a kitten at the door when I’m allergic?” I look at him puzzled.
“Did you know there are hypoallergenic cats? Because I sure as fuck didn’t, until I mentioned it to Xander. That man is full of knowledge.” He smiles at me, those damn dimples on full display.
“No, I never knew that!” I pick up the kitty and bring it inside. “It's so beautiful. I can’t believe you remembered.” My ears are tearing up…damn hormones.
“She’s a Balinese cat. And I called your doctor and asked if it was okay, they said as long as I do my research about pregnancy and cats, it would be okay…so I did.” He smirks.
The kitten is white with gray on her face and blue eyes. He bought me a self-cleaning litter box and a cat tree that is so big, it looks like the kitten will have fun with it, plus a window chair for the princess. He had also gotten her lots of toys—I think my favorite is the laser pointer though.
All I need to do is name her.
“Luna. You know, like from Sailor Moon .” I smile at him.
“Perfect, just like you.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
It’s been two months since that awful day. I’ve had a doctor's appointment every two weeks since. Thankfully, there has been no bleeding, and our baby is doing just fine.
“Are you ready to find out the gender?” my doctor asks as Rocky’s hand tightens around me.
Nodding slightly, we listen to the strong heartbeat of our small child. Their heartbeat is strong and it’s a melody to my ears.
“Well, congratulations, you are having a beautiful baby boy!”
Rocky is over the moon and won’t stop referring to the baby as his little man. I’m now twenty-three weeks and the baby is the size of a carrot.
The baby is healthy, thankfully, and a kicker. I told Rocky we might have a little soccer player on our hands, and he looked shook. I laughed so hard. He was so offended, and I wish I’d captured the moment on camera because I couldn’t stop laughing.
It still feels surreal that it's been a year since that awful day that changed the course of my life. If you had told me a year ago that I would be pregnant and have met the love of my life, I would have laughed in your face.
I still haven't spoken to Holly. She has tried to reach out, but I will never let her back into my life. I forgave her a long time ago because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have found Rocky again. But you know what they say, you can forgive someone, but also forget them.
Alexa, play “22” by Taylor Swift.
I don’t hate my birthday as much this year as I did last year. Rocky has kept his word, and he has shown me more and more each day that the baby and I are his life.
It’s weird being pregnant, but also, I love how much the baby kicks. The cravings are weird as fuck too. Macaroni and cheese with gravy or mashed potatoes with dill pickles. But I love it.
I found out that Addison was the reason behind everything that went wrong in my life. Well, I can't say everything. Her father is Vernon Grady, the man who killed my parents. But she was the reason Dylan cheated on me; she didn’t take into account that I would move back home. She was charged for drugging me, but it was basically a slap on the wrist. She needs to be in a psychiatric hospital
She was kicked out of school as well. And we all have restraining orders in place. Last I heard, she and her mom moved to the west coast.
Dylan, well, he went to prison in Las Vegas for kidnapping. It didn’t help that when the cops found him with us, he had a knife out ready to possibly stab Rocky. When the police searched his room, he planned on doing more than just talking to me. I shudder at the thought.
Professor Coleman denied everything and said that he used a wheel to pick names. I don’t know how much I believe but since there was no proof other than she said-he said, the school didn’t do anything. Addison is coo coo for cocoa puffs, so we’ll never know.
And now I'm finishing the rest of the semester online.
When I look back on the year I’ve had, I can't say I would be where I am today without the hurt I have endured. Rocky moved in with me so he wouldn’t miss out on anything with my pregnancy. He takes weekly Polaroids of me to show the progression my stomach growing. He says doesn’t mind the mood swings; truthfully, I think he does but he won't admit it. Which is probably for the best.
Tonight is the night of the football banquet. Rocky took me shopping for a dress that I would feel comfortable in. I’m rocking my white converse with black trim that are embroidered, because this girl and heels are not jamming at the moment. My shoes were a Christmas gift from Autumn. They’re embroidered with the number eight and have my favorite flowers and greenery on them too. They are my favorite shoes. Etsy for the win.
I’m feeling beautiful in an emerald green dress that makes my boobs look amazing. It flows right under my breast, and it has a slit that goes up my leg. Rocky said the dress brings out the green in my hazel eyes. The dress also has pockets. Girls love pockets.
Walking into the banquet hall, it is beautiful. There are round tables surrounding a dance floor, and white twinkling lights. The school colors are weaved into a winter wonderland. You know the lights they have hanging in Harry Potter, the lights that look like candles? They have those hanging too. It’s gorgeous.
Not the worst way to spend your birthday. We are sitting at a table with the whole gang. Autumn looks gorgeous in her thin strapped black corset dress with a slit up both knees. Dallas is her date tonight, and Brooklyn is with Talon. Those two, I swear. I see them looking at each other and when Talon glares at Dallas’ head, I know something is up, but I won't pry. She’ll come to me when she’s ready.
Rocky's mom and dad, my aunt Valentina and uncle Tanner are here too. Sitting at the same table with them is so fun. Karissa and my aunt are talking about my mom. Man, I wish she was here.
I rub my belly, reminiscing about the good times with my parents. They were truly my angels that night that I could have lost my baby.
Everyone looks dashing. Does anyone use the word dashing anymore? Well, we should bring it back.
Rocky, my sexy man, is wearing a fitted gray suit with brown dress shoes and a white undershirt with a few buttons unbuttoned at the top, and I’m getting horny again.
In my pregnancy books, I’ve read either you don’t want to be touched or you always want to be, and I am most definitely in the latter category.
The dinner is amazing and dancing is so fun, drinking apple cider is my favorite part. It’s so much better than champagne. My taste buds aren’t that fancy. Rocky’s drinking whiskey but before he kisses me, he always drinks water. I swear my man’s so paranoid.
It’s annoying, but annoyingly cute.
“Baby, walk with me to the bathroom, please?”
He gets up and takes my hand. We are walking out towards the bathrooms, and I take a detour to the coat check closet. No one is around, thankfully.
“I need you to fuck me, please.” I reach for his belt buckle, and look into my sexy man's eyes and see them grow darker at my request.
“Turn around, baby, and lift the dress. It’s going to be fast and rough, just how you like it.”
I turn around and he bends me over. I hear him unbuckling his belt and the zipper going down slowly. He definitely likes to torture me.
He pulls my panties down and I’m already so wet he thrusts right in me. I hear a small rip as he lifts the dress up roughly.
We both moan at the feeling. His hips thrust against mine and he roughly thrust deep inside of me. The steady rhythm of his thrusts matches my racing heart as the moans were being pushed out. The moans barely form; I love it when he fucks me raw. His breath hitching as he holds back the urge to come inside me. I’m already pregnant so I doubt he’ll stop after we have this one, the man wants a whole football team.
My eyes roll back as his hand pulls my hair roughly. My neck arching back to look into his darkened lustful eyes. He kisses me roughly. I’m so glad that he doesn’t treat me like I’ll break. His hand holding my lower back keeps me in a bent position.
His cock thrusts into me one more time before he roars out his release, the feeling of his warm cum painting the inside of my walls, triggering my own orgasm. Just the thought of his cum leaking out of me makes me hot as fuck again. Down, girl .
He pulls my panties back into place, smirks and says, “Just the thought of you going back out there with my cum leaking out of you makes my cock hard again.”
He kisses me one last time before he opens the door and pulls me back into the room with our family.
Talon is grinning and Autumn winks at me. I smile back and flip my hair off my shoulder.
The night ends with more dancing and awards. When I think back on how I didn’t want to give this man a chance or to get to know him, I’m so glad I did. Now, he and our son are my whole world.
I wouldn't change anything other than my parents not being here to witness my happiness. I know they are looking down and watching over us.