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  “Yes. We’ll do it as soon as you can set it up.” I answered.  “Just tell me when and where.”

  She gave a long suffering sigh and muttered “Very helpful.” and then fell asleep in my lap.

  I laid her down gently, and got up to use the bathroom.  I came back stripped off my pants and laid down next to her.  I watched her for quite a while, thinking.  When I was younger, I had always wanted this.  This woman was perfect for me.  There was never a dull moment with her.  Today had also proven that I was in love with her.  My heart ached when I thought about hearing Jack say that she had been hurt. I was already fiercely protective of her.   I’ll be damned if I was going to let that little fuck Malcolm ruin this dream for me.

Chapter 17

ONE WEEK LATER

"Open the fucking door." Sam growled.

"No."  I said back bitchily.

  I was extremely pissed. It was a week after I found out I was pregnant with Satan's spawn.   We had just had the biggest argument of our entire relationship.

  It all started when Sam made a passing comment on the way to the bedroom after I made breakfast. I was cleaning the frying pan I’d used when he stopped and turned back to me  

  "You need to make arrangements with your team to find your replacement. You won't be returning to the team until after the babies are born." He said like he didn’t just drop a bomb in the middle of our kitchen. 

  I froze. Of course I had already arranged with the team, and they already replaced me. I wasn't stupid. I would never put our children in danger, and with roller derby being such a physically demanding sport, it posed a danger to me, and I knew I wouldn't be playing again for at least another year.

  However, I didn't like being treated like I was an imbecile. Nor told what I needed to do.   I threw the sponge down into the sink, turned off the water, and turned around to face him.

  "Now, why should I be doing that?" I asked sweetly.

  His eyes narrowed and he said, "Because I don't want our children hurt. And if you continued playing that is exactly what would happen."

  "What if I don't want to?" I said. 

  "You don't get a choice.  You won't like my methods if I have to tell them. Now go get your shit ready. Your doctor appointment is in less than an hour." He said before he left the room.  

  I'm pretty sure if I looked into the mirror right now I would see steam rising from my hair. Who did he think he was?  

  I stomped into the bedroom and started slamming drawers as I extracted shoes, a shirt, and socks. I took it all into the bathroom with me and slammed the door. I hastily yanked off Sam's t-shirt and threw it to the floor. I stomped on it for good measure.  

  Rat bastard.  

  I yanked on my clothes, brushed my teeth, and put my hair up in a knot on the top of my head. I skipped the makeup because I was in no mood to impress the little shit. I took my phone from the inside of my bra where I kept it when I didn't have any pockets and sat down on the toilet seat and opened up my kindle app. I planned to sit here for another twenty minutes until he was ready to go.

And I was going to give him the silent treatment until he apologized, or I blew up. 

  I started reading a Janet Evanovich book because I could always count on her to give me a good laugh and lighten my mood. I sat there for a good fifteen minutes before the no good bastard interrupted me.

  Sam tapped on the door informing me he would be outside and to meet him outside when I was ready to go.

  I sat on the toilet and cracked up for another fifteen minutes before I exited the bathroom and headed outside. Sam was leaned up against my truck with his arms crossed over his rock hard chest. He was wearing his usual outfit of faded blue jeans, black shirt, and aviator glasses. Except today he had on a black baseball cap that made my mouth water.   It wasn’t the first time he had worn a baseball cap, but he did it so rarely that it was a treat when he did.  The look in his eyes showed that he knew what my reaction would be.

   My mind strayed and I started wondering how his ass would look in baseball pants when I heard the end part of his question.

"- done pouting?" Sam asked.

  "Fuck you.” I said to him.

  Oops. I forgot I was going to do the silent treatment.   He walked over to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door for me. I gave him a look, but hopped in. I slammed my hand down on the lock and then lunged to the other side and locked his door too just to piss him off. He had the keys in his hand, but as long as I kept my hand on the lock he wouldn't be able to get in.

  Arriving at the driver’s side he tried the handle but I kept my hand covering the lock. He gave me a look, but I smiled a sweet smile at him and ignored the silent demand he was giving me.

And here I was now. Five minutes later and he was getting pissy. Good. I wanted him in a bad mood.

"If you don't open this door right now you will regret it.” he said to me.

I gave it another full thirty seconds before I laughed and took my hand off the lock, scooting back to my side of the truck. I would have kept doing it, but I didn't want to be late for the appointment. I know it was childish, but it alleviated some of the anger that was still roiling in my tummy.

"I already quit the team. I don't need you treating me like I'm a dumb ass. All you had to do was
ask
nicely, and not tell. I would have told you that I had arranged it already.”

  “I love you, Cheyenne.  I know I can be a little over bearing, but I don’t think I could handle it if something happened to you. I would do anything to keep you from hurting, and if that is pissing you off then I would do it in a heartbeat.” Sam said cupping my cheek.

  “Whatever.” I said rolling my eyes, but I was smiling inside.  I loved hearing Sam tell me he loved me.  It made my insides feel all gooey.

We arrived at the doctor’s office with around two minutes to spare, and were asked to sit in the uncomfortable waiting room until my name was called.  We waited around forty five minutes, and I was getting annoyed and was about to go complain when a nurse called my name.

  “Cheyenne Allen.” A cute blond bitch called.  Her eyes widened when they landed on Sam, and I decided I was going to hate her.  She didn’t look like she weighed over a buck twenty, and I was going to have to hop my fat ass up onto a scale and have my weight checked in front of her. Yay. 

  Sam stood off to the side while the nurse indiscreetly called off my weight so everyone and their brother could hear how little I worked out.  She took my blood pressure, drew some blood and then led us to a small room.

  “You don’t have to take your clothes off today, just have a seat and someone will be in shortly to try to get the baby’s heartbeat.  The doctor should be in not long after that.” She said before giving Sam one more longing glance, and then left the room. 

 “She’s cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” I said to Sam while jumping up onto the exam table. 

  Sam laughed but wisely said nothing.  He walked up to me and gathered me into his arms.

  “I know you are scared, but it will be alright, baby.  I’m not going anywhere.” He said into my hair.

  Something loosened in my chest that I wasn’t aware had wound tight.  I turned my head into his chest and kissed where his heart beat against me. 

  The door opened up behind me and a pixie like voice said “Hi!  I’m Amy.  I’m going to see if I can find the heartbeat.”

  Amy was cute, and married according to the ring on her finger. 

  “If you will lay down and raise your shirt, please.” She said to me.   

  I complied and settled with my arms behind my head.  Sam watched in fascination from his position across the room where he was leaning against the wall.    Amy took her little wand and smeared the cold gel on my lower abdomen.  She moved it around until a faint “whir, whir” was able to be heard through the little speaker on the handheld device.   

  “The heartbeat is 142.  Good and strong.” She said as she pulled the wand off my stomach and went to clean off my stomach.  I opened my mouth to tell her about the twins when Sam beat me to it.

  “Wait.” He said.

  She looked towards him questioningly.

  “At the ER they said there were two.  You still need to find the other heartbeat.” He explained.

  Amy squealed and pressed the wand back to my stomach with a delighted expression on her face.

  “We don’t have many twins!  It didn’t say it in your chart, so I didn’t know.  Let’s see where the other one is hiding.” She said. 

  She went on for a couple more minutes sliding the wand this way and that before finally finding the slick little devil low towards my right hip bone.  This baby’s heartbeat was lower at 132, but still strong according to Amy.   Amy left shortly after and informed us that the doctor would likely be another fifteen minutes or so since it was his busy day. 

  Sam was wearing a cat ate the canary smile and was practically bouncing in place by the time the door close.  Seeing him this happy made me super happy.

  “Take a chill pill, Mr.” I said to him.

  “Make me.” He said while giving me a kiss.

  It was another ten minutes before the doctor came, gave me a thorough exam, and then sent us off to the ultrasound tech.

  The tech took us in and had me lie down on another exam table.

  “Shirt up, and lie back please.” She said.

  There was a flat screen on the wall directly in front of us, so once I was situated I looked towards the screen.  The tech squirted the gel on my tummy and started rubbing it around on my stomach with the wand. 

  I turned and watched Sam’s face as soon as the picture was projected onto the screen.  He seemed in awe.  They looked like tiny little aliens, but they were my little aliens.  I took a picture of him with my phone so I could forever keep the memory.

  The tech sent us on our way six pictures and a short video later.  Neither one of us spoke while Sam settled the bill, and we made our way to the elevator.  The elevator was empty, and I pressed the G on the buttons. I’d just stepped back when I found myself pinned against the opposite wall, Sam’s mouth clamped to mine.

  Once he pulled back I asked “So you’re happy?”

  “Never in my life have I been happier than I am right now.  The only thing that could make this moment better is if we were married.” He whispered against my mouth. 

  I gave him one final kiss before the doors opened, and I practically beamed for the rest of the day.  Little did I know that I would be cursing him later.

Chapter 17

  “Cocksucking bastard.” I muttered to myself as I threw my jeans into the ever growing pile of clothes that didn’t fit anymore.  Those didn’t even make it past my fucking hips.  What the fuck.

  I pulled out a pair of charcoal gray yoga pants that had a fold over waist with little stars in bright neon green dotted the band.  Guess these were going to have to work. 

  I checked my phone to see a text from Sam.

  Sam:  “Don’t forget to take your vitamin.”

  Rolling my eyes I made my way into the kitchen and shook out a purple pill.  I washed it down with a swig of milk from the carton. 

  Sam was being extremely over protective since he found out I was pregnant.  I still wasn’t sure how I was going to handle this.  My thoughts went back to the night I found out I was pregnant.

∞

  Ember was lounging at the end of my bed, tapping her feet against the bed while we waited for my discharge papers.  The nurse said they were waiting on my labs to return.  As soon as they were reviewed by the doctor, then I would be all set to leave.

  Sam and Gabe were outside waiting on us since the nurses didn’t like having so many people around.  James and Jack went back to the compound with the girls. They were very tired, and it had been a long day.  Ember and Sam had fought over who was going to stay with me; Ember won because she pointed out to obvious to Sam.

  “Don’t you have some shit to do, calls to make?” she said sweetly.

  Sam had rolled his eyes, given me a peck on the lips, and said he would be outside waiting for me.  That had been thirty minutes ago.

  Just then a cute little nurse with hot pink scrubs came up to us, along with the older doctor.  The nurse was wheeling what looked like an ultrasound machine over and set it up right beside the bed.

  “Did you know you were pregnant?” the doctor asked.

  I stared at him blankly.

  “Pregnant?” Ember asked the doctor for confirmation.

  “Yes, ma’am.”  The doctor said.  “You have quite a bit of HCG floating around in your blood too.  I would say you were at least four months, if not more.”

  “Three months is possible.” I said to the doctor. “Not four.”

  My first time with Sam was exactly three months from today.  Four was physically impossible.

  “Well let’s go ahead and have a look.” He said to me.  “Are you comfortable having this young lady in here while we do this?”

“Yes.” I said to him. 

  Ember had been incredibly quiet.  She got up and went to the side of my bed where the machine was directly in front of her so she could get a better look.

  The nurse lifted up the gown past my stomach and squirted clear jelly stuff all over my stomach.  The doctor took the wand off its holder and spread the jelly out along my lower abdomen.  Goose bumps broke out over my stomach at the feel of the cold gel.  The black screen showed shades of gray, and looked grainy. 

  “Ahh.” The doctor said. 

  I looked at the screen and squinted.  My heart started speeding up a little bit.  Yes, that was definitely a baby.  Fucking Sam.  I told him this would happen.  You could make out a big large head and tiny little hands and feet branching off of the body.  There was a little tiny heartbeat, and something inside my chest restricted, and tears started to prick my eyes.  I didn’t mean for there to be a baby, but I could say that I was definitely happy.  I was carrying a piece of Sam with me.  The man I loved with all of my heart.