BOMAW 1-3 (56 page)

"I should call his butt back! He think he slick! I'm not stupid! He knew wasn't no body there at that house for him! Lyin', triflin', low down lil'snake in the grass, Puerto-Negro gone make me hurt him! And here I am - could be pregnant with another one!"

"Noooo, not one...maybe two like that." Shawn grinned walking up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he bent his knees to kiss her neck.

"Em hm, and you crazy too if you think it's a joy to have two more like him." She was in the mood to fuss, trying to hang onto it but he was kissing and nibbling at her neck, hugging her to him.

"Shawn!"

"What baby?" He answered still kissing her, backing her up towards her bed.

"That boy is not in school! I'm not having it! He is not gonna drive me crazy with his foolishness!" She carried on although Shawn was laying her back in the bed, taking the phone from her hand and reaching over to lay it on it's cradle and turning back to Sylvia whose mind was on her child. He lay there beside her, watching the play of expressions on her face. He took her chin gently and turned her eyes to him. "You do know that whatever it is he wishes to do with his life, he's going to do it. Doesn't matter what you say, or how you reason with him, he's at that age darlin' where he's coming into his manhood. It's a dangerous cross over rife with pit falls and bad decisions, and every man and woman has to come across it. No matter where we stand on the other side, yelling and coaching them to, "Come this way! Come through here! Don't go that way!" - They don't listen. I didn't listen."

"I don't want my son making those kinds of mistakes!"

"Darlin' of course you don't! No parent does. But - all you can do, is pray and be there in case they should come around. It will be no different with our own. When the time to let go comes, we have to let go." He reasoned with her, bending down he kissed her nose. Sylvia sighed, "It's just so hard to go through. And you want me to go through it again." She accused.

"Not alone. I'll be here with you baby...every step of the way....every step."

Sylvia smiled and looked up into his eyes. "I love you...so much. I need to hear that, I'm glad."

"I'm glad that you're glad. Did you make our appointment at the clinic for a check up?" He asked.

"Yes I did. Its two weeks from now on a Wednesday, I marked it on the calendar." She promptly answered.

"Did you call your mother and tell her?" He asked next.

"Emmmm, no. I was kind of hoping you would do that. She likes you."

Shawn laughed out again. "Okay, but I think its safe to say, she likes you too, you are after all her daughter."

"Still... you can call and tell her. She'll love it that you called and talked to her."

"Okay, as soon as we get back, you ready to roll? Its a beautiful day outside, I brought the bike out."

"For what?" She asked bluntly, making him chuckle again.

"For us to ride into town." He answered trying not to laugh at the look on her face.

"Why do we need to ride into town?" She asked.

"Marriage license. You know, that little thing that the county you live in gives you, to say its okay to get married."

"Today?" She asked nervously.

"Yep! Today... I'm all showered and fresh, so are you... let's go."

"Aaaaah - do we have to today?" Sylvia moaned as he stood from the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up into a sitting position.

"Yes we do madam...to your feet." He ordered grinning.

"I feel queasy." Sylvia groaned rubbing her stomach.

"You'll be fine when that fresh air hits you." He promised pulling her against him for a hug. She stood leaning against him with her head to his chest and her arms hanging down by her sides, looking like she was being forced to go clean the toilet of a roadside fill-up station with no gloves on.

"Aaaah baby, perk up! You're starting to make me feel as though you don't wanna marry me."

She looked up and wrapped her arms around him then. Staring up at him, she confessed. "I'm scared. Aren't you?"

"No. I know what I'm getting. I believe in you, and that I've made the right choice, totally and completely. Now why don't you feel the same way about me?"

"I do Shawn. Honestly I do. But -..."

"But what?"

"It's different for a woman, than it is for a man. I mean... oh I don't know what I mean. I'm sorry."

"Hey... I understand okay? Give me a kiss." He leaned down as she tipped up to kiss him. After it lingered a bit, he stood straight again, caressing her cheek. "Come with me and see what I have for us."

"Oooh Shawn." Sylvia whimpered, her fear clear to see.

Shawn couldn't help himself, he had to laugh. She made the most comical, adorable faces he'd ever seen.

"Baby...you'll love it. Come on try it for me." He coaxed her sitting out on his Harley Davidson, he had his leather on and his shades, holding a specially ordered helmet on his lap. He'd paid quite a bit for the two helmets. They were equipped with radio microphones and speakers. As they rode, they could talk to each other without straining to hear and communicate. The pair cost him close to a thousand dollars, but they were of the highest quality made by 'Bose'. He couldn't wait to try them out. Sylvia was standing whimpering, looking her helmet over and then at his bike as if it were a mighty beast she should fear.

"Oh Shawn... why do you have to be a motorcycle rider? Shawn there's nothing on that thing to protect us if we wreck! What if someone hits us? What if you hit something! What if we fall off going 80 mile an hour!?"

Shawn was still laughing. "Baby... trust me, I won't go 80 miles an hour - I wouldn't go that fast with you on here."

A thought suddenly occurred to Sylvia, "Have you ever gone 80 miles an hour on that thing!?"

"Well yeah....a few times." He admitted honestly. "And more."

"SHAWN! I can see it now! Husband number two! Down the motorcycle crash up drain!"

Shawn was rolling, "Baby why are you tripping?!" He asked laughing.

"Don't you baby me! That's another thing! I'm carrying your baby! In my womb your child is laying and trusting me to make wise decisions! And here you are trying to get me on that thing! It's not safe Shawn! It's suicidal!"

"I'll be careful! Honest I will. Have you never ridden? Ever?"

"NO!" She shot, lip out and curled under. "I ain't crazy! My mama didn't raise no fool!"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." She answered pitifully, her trepidation was clear.

"Then come here. Put the helmet down for now. That's a girl, now come on...closer...closer...now just put your hand on my shoulder and put your leg over and just sit on it a bit, get used to being on it."

Sylvia gulped and did what he said. "Putting my leg over and sitting on it a bit is what got me in this condition." She joked trying to laugh her way out of her anxiety. Shawn threw his head back at her comment laughing hysterically. Sylvia eased herself onto the seat and shouted in a panic, "Don't start it up though!"

"I promise I'm not gonna start it up yet. You let me ride Isaac on it." He pointed out.

"That's different, you were going slow and being really careful because he's a baby."

"Well you're my baby...you think I'd do anything to hurt you. OR that baby of mine you're carrying?" He asked looking back at her.

"No...but its other people. I mean you can be ever so careful, but the next person might not be."

"Baby... to enjoy life to the fullest, you have to take some chances, stepping out of your door everyday is a gamble. But - I know you Sylvia... I got a feeling you're really gonna like this."

The look on her face said she wasn't so sure about it.

"Let's have a bit of a practice play with it. I'm gonna teach you how to ride on back. I'm just gonna put the kick stand back and teach you how to flow and lean with me on it."

"Oooooh Shawn - careful - don't drop it."

Shawn had to stop because he was laughing at her, and it was making him weak. "Baby stop it, you keep making me laugh and I get weak when I laugh."

"Okay okay...just don't drop the bike! Are you sure you can hold me and this thing up... it's so big! My goodness it must weigh a ton."

"Not quite. And yes, I can hold you both. Now get comfortable and put your hands on my waist, sit forward close to me a bit so you can feel how I'm moving. Now the key is this, as we ride at a certain speed and I head around curves, I will tilt the bike-..."

"SHAWN - SHAWN! OH my god oh my god!-..."

"I gotcha I gotcha! Relax and lean against me and feel how I'm leaning, you just follow through with me. Let me lead and don't go against me. Flow with me." He continued on for the next half an hour, laughing on and off until she got the hang of it. He then sent her into the house to put on a leather so they could do a slow little practice run down their road. Shawn helped her fit her helmet on, then put on his own. He turned on his microphone, which sent Sylvia into another fit of nerves. Shaking his head, he helped her tune in her helmet so he could get the volume settings right.

"Can you hear me?"

"Wow... I can... loud and clear! Can you hear me?" She asked back. He smiled and winked at her, "Loud and clear. Now I'm going to start the bike and try them again with it running." He explained and started it up. Revving the engine as Sylvia stood by with her helmet on, observing him. As scared as she was, it wasn't enough fear to override her sense of pride in him. Everything about him did something to her from deep within. She stood waiting and watching him, and falling deeper in love again. He was so patient, finding humor in most of what she did and said. Never failing to give her a moment to adjust, talking to her with such respect and kindness, it made her eyes water.

"You ready to get on?" He asked.

She could hear him clearly through the speakers of her helmet. The microphone was nothing more than four small holes on the side of the helmet, that she would have thought wouldn't work, but they worked perfect.

"Well?" He asked again, "Can you still hear me?"

"Yes." She answered softly.

"What's wrong?" He asked noticing her stillness.

"I love you...so much."

"Aaaah baby, that's nice. I don't get that often, what brought that on?" He asked.

"It's just the way that I feel."

"Even though I'm forcing you to ride on my motorcycle?"

"Yep... even though we may die tonight on this thing... I love you."

Shawn chuckled and she smiled.

"Come on, get on. I'll go slow and pick up speed gradually. Remember, don't fight me on the curves, just lean right along with me okay?"

She nodded her head and then answered, "Okay... I'll try."

"You'll be fine, we'll ride around town first before we head for the courthouse." He assured her.

And they rode. Sylvia closed her eyes, laid against his back, took a deep breath and let herself go. She figured if she died, she'd be with him and at the moment, there was no better way to go. She relaxed her body and felt him move and lean and she went with him, keeping her eyes closed, too afraid to open them to see.

"You're doing good baby...wow." He said to her, encouraged by her soft pliancy against him.

"I'm keeping my eyes closed." She said as she felt and heard him chuckle.

Twenty minutes later he decided she was ready. "Let's hit the highway and head for the courthouse, you have all your id's?" He asked.

"Yeah...let's do it."

Shawn put the bike to the real road feeling like a king with Sylvia at his back. "Highway coming up baby... you okay? I'm gonna put some speed in it."

"Come what may - do what you do best." She encouraged softly.

And he did, she could feel the increase in speed. A fearful, but heady feeling stole over her. Something about the speed, the power, the man, the freedom began doing its magic on her. "Eyes still closed?"

"Yeah." She answered.

"Pick up your head and open your eyes baby, don't be afraid...I gotchya."

Sylvia obeyed, and had to bite her tongue not to squeal at the speed they were traveling, especially when they went down the ramp onto the interstate to merge in with the traffic. She wouldn't tense up, she knew she had to remain relaxed and let him drive it. Her heart was pounding, her temples throbbed and her soul without warning lifted off and soared. She couldn't help it, a chuckle escaped.

"Uh oh... was that laughter I heard?" He asked.

"Yes."

"You like it don't you?" He asked grinning, moving through the traffic and passing cars and trucks to put them in open clearance so they could fly.

"Oh my GOD... I can't believe it...but I think... I think I like it. I'm still scared, but .... I .... feel... soooo - ..." She swallowed, feeling emotions rush her.

"Free." He finished for her.

She couldn't speak and thanked GOD she didn't need to see, because her tears were flowing from such euphoria she felt as if she were high from good wine. "I love you." He said softly. She squeezed him. "Thank you... thank you for this... I love you too." She laid her head back down and closed her eyes. She didn't need to see, she could feel. And the feeling was like no other she'd ever known before.