[Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me (10 page)

Ma full out laughs. “Oh, babe. Everything. I see the panic in your eyes. It will all be okay. I promise you. It’s scary, but so very worth it.”

I nod slowly, feeling like my brain hasn’t fully caught up. I shake my head. “So, what do I need?”

Ma and Harlow give each other a look, then Ma speaks. “Lots, but let’s look at the bedding. I loved picking it out for my kids.”

Crimson splatters my face. “We don’t have a bed yet.” GT and I really haven’t talked about that yet. I know the doctor told me to focus on the baby’s room. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

“Well, let’s start there! Cribs and bedding!” Ma exclaims and Harlow groans a bit, but follows us along. I know she’s happy; she’s just not a shopper. I love her.

After three hours on my feet and several bags of baby stuff, we climb in the truck. We still have no bed or bedding because I couldn’t pick one out, but I still have time. My body aches from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Ma turns the car on and begins to drive. My eyes flutter to sleep.

“Wake up, hoochie.” Harlow’s voice pulls me from sleep as she pokes me in the hip.

“Stop that,” I groan, moving my head to the side and looking out the window to my house. “I’m going to bed.” I creak out of the car and do just that.

I had this idea for Lakin, but Pops said that since Burnzie already started paperwork suing the department, we need to wait until that’s over. Fucking sucks. The ride home from the club is freeing just like it always is. The best part nowadays is going home to Angel waiting for me.

I pull into the drive and stroll up to the house. Everything is eerily quiet, but I don’t yell for Angel. I slowly walk to the bedroom and see my Angel wrapped in the blankets, her blonde hair sprawled out in a veil around her head. I kick off my clothes and climb in next to her, wrapping her in my warmth. Every day with this woman is the best day of my life. I don’t know what I did to become a lucky son of a bitch, but I’m fucking thankful as shit for it.

Angel stirs in my arms, snuggling closer to me, my dick sitting in the cleft of her ass and growing hard from her heat. She wiggles her ass and I groan. Fucking her is my own slice of heaven. My hand moves to her stomach and rests there. I still can’t believe my little baby is growing inside my woman’s body. Fuck yeah. The way her body has changed, her fuller tits, her hips a bit wider, it all turns me the fuck on. Even the baby bump in front, all it does is remind me that she is mine.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, still groggy from sleep.

“Hey, beautiful.” I rub my dick up and down the crack of her ass.

“Keep that up,” she moans. These last few weeks, she’s been a fucking machine. Not that she’s ever really turned me down in the first place, but lately, if I’m home, my dick is inside of her. Can’t complain.

A thump on my hand makes me jump. “What the fuck was that?”

“Don’t move your hand.” Angel grips my hand, holding it in place on her stomach, pushing my hand deeper into her skin. The thump comes back, hitting my hand hard.

My eyes widen. “Is that the baby?”

Angel turns to me, smiling, “Yeah, that’s our baby.”

“Holy fucking shit!” I yell, not moving my hand for anything. The thump happens again. “I can’t believe I can feel it.” I’m in awe, total utter awe. My baby just kicked me. Wow.

“He or she is really in there,” she says a little awestruck herself.

“Yeah, babe.” I kiss her hard and then fuck her, just like I planned on earlier, only this time we had something to truly celebrate.

Twenty-six weeks and my body has decided to expand like crazy. My hands, feet, and ankles are huge. When I called the doctor, she said it is all normal, but I feel like a damn water balloon about to burst. My stomach is protruding and the baby kicks all the time. You know what? I love every damn part. Yep, the fact I can’t sleep. Love it. The fact I look like a pin cushion, love it. Why? My baby is healthy and inside of me cooking where it’s supposed to be. Some women may complain and I can totally see why they would, but I refuse.

I will take every bit of this and relish the thought that my baby will come out, good, healthy, and alive.

Today is another doctor visit, and there is something that GT and I really need to discuss. He’s due here any minute to pick me up and I’m afraid he’ll fight me on this. I’ve thought long and hard and hope he will agree. Knowing him though, it will take some persuasion.

The roar of his bike as he pulls into the drive has me grabbing my things quickly. I open the door and step outside into the warm Georgia sun.

“Hey, Angel. You ready?” he asks, taking off his lid and killing the engine.

“Yep.”

Riding to the doctor, the car is silent. I blow out a breath and ask, “Do you want to know the sex of the baby?”

“Fuck yeah, don’t you?” He turns his head, staring at me like I’m crazy, and hell maybe I am.

“I think we should wait till it’s born.” My stomach falls and I wait for it.

“Are you shitting me? Each time the doc took pictures of you, you wanted to know. What changed?”

“Nothing really. I just thought it would be nice to be surprised.” This baby is an awesome gift and I really want to wait.

“Since when do you like surprises?” True, I’ve never been a huge fan of them, but this is different. It’s not a birthday party or something frivolous. It’s a human life.

“I know, but does it really matter if it’s a boy or a girl? We won’t love it any differently. We won’t take care of it differently. So, why know?” That is the God’s honest truth. I do not care if it is a boy or a girl. I will be happy and blessed to have either.

“So we know. Then we can pick out a name and all that shit.” I know I am wearing GT’s control thin. Let’s try something else.

“How about this. If the sonogram today shows us, we find out. If it doesn’t, we don’t.” I laugh at how stupid this is because chances are it will show us this time. Each shot we’ve seen of the baby has not shown between the baby’s legs. It is time.

“Fine, but if we can’t see it you owe me a blowjob,” he says without pause.

My eyes widen and I break out into hysterical laughter. “How the hell does that work?”

He shrugs. “Sounds like a fucking awesome plan for me.”

That night, I was on my knees giving him the best fucking blowjob he’s ever had.

“Where are we going?” It’s one thirty on a Saturday. I woke up with swollen everything and I look like something horror movies are made about. Harlow barreled through the door an hour ago saying we had to be somewhere, but didn’t tell me where, just to get my shit together and let’s go. I tried making myself look presentable, but damn. My cheeks have puffiness to them that no amount of makeup can cure. So, I am what I am.

“You’ll see in a minute,” Harlow says vaguely.

“Really, why so cryptic? Just tell me,” I snap. Lately my moods have been a bit on edge even when I try to control them. Oops.

“Sit back and relax.” She ignores my attitude. I scoff, easy for her to say, she knows where the hell we’re going.

I rest my head against the headrest and realize something. “Why are you driving Ma’s car?”

“Took you fucking long enough to figure that out.” She chuckles. “Couldn’t pick your ass up on my bike, now could I?” Whatever.

I close my eyes and breathe in deep. When the truck comes to a stop, I open my eyes and groan. “What are we doing here?” The clubhouse is in front of me, cars lined up everywhere. “I am not up for a party, Harlow. Just take me home.” I’m all for parties, but today, I just want to put my feet up and sleep.

Tug jogs over to the truck and opens the door. “Hey, beautiful.” His smug smile is genuine, but I want to smack him.

“Tug, I look like the marshmallow man from
Ghostbusters
. Thanks, but beautiful is not on the list.”

“Shut it. Let’s go.” He pulls my arm and I turn to see Harlow motioning for me to follow him, so I do.

“Is GT here?” I ask as Tug pulls.

“Yeah, inside,” I groan, the midday sun pours down on me and I squint my eyes in an effort not to trip on anything.

The clubhouse door opens and I’m briefly blinded by the darkness, but the boisterous sound coming from the room catches me off guard.

“Surprise!” is screamed from the heavens and I blink rapidly, trying to get my focus.

I gasp as men and women line the walls, some in chairs, some with children on their laps. A big banner that reads ‘
Happy Baby Shower’
is spread across the wall and tears roll down my face. GT walks up to me at that moment and I bury my head in his chest, letting his shirt soak up all my wetness.

“You did this?” I mumble in his now-wet shirt.

“Nah, babe. I knew but Ma, Princess, and Blaze set it up. You know I’m not capable of this kind of shit.” He rubs my back, soothing me as I calm down and look up at him.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Love you too, Angel.” He swoops down, catching my mouth, and I feed into the kiss.

“All right you two. Knock that shit off. And you.” Harlow points to her brother. “Get out and take the guys with you.”

“Watch how you talk or I’ll have Cruz bend you over his knee.” She scoffs, but shuts up and I laugh.

As the guys walk up, each one congratulates both GT and me. Becs wraps me in a bear hug, lifting me maybe an inch off the floor, until GT growls at him to stop. Pops kisses my head and Tug gives me a soft hug. Cooper runs up and gives me a slobbery kiss then follows Cruz out. GT is the last man to leave.

“Have fun, I’ll be back in a bit.” He bends down, giving me another panty-dropping kiss, but pulls away and heads out the door.

“All right, let’s do this!” Harlow yells and many whoops and hollers come from the room. Slowly each one of the ol’ ladies comes by, wrapping me up in a hug. The door swings open and my eyes dart to it. Bella waltzes in like she owns the place. I rush to her wrapping an arm around her. I don’t get to see her much since she stays at school.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Bella answers. I hear Harlow call my name and drag Bella over to Harlow and Blaze with me. The party is complete with a cake and games that make me roll my eyes, but are fun in their own way. When Harlow says I have to open gifts, my eyes bug out of my head. There is a huge mountain of them and opening them all takes over an hour. I honestly don’t think I’ll need anything else for this baby. We have enough diapers to last us a year, or so I think. How do I really know?

“Here, open this.” Ma hands me a large wrapped box. Her excitement mimics mine at the moment. I tear into the paper and the outside of the rickety old box has the name
GT
written across the top in large letters. I open it, carefully pulling the corners of the box back.

My heart leaps in my throat and tears swim in my eyes. “Those are all GT’s old toys. I kept them up in the attic all these years and now my grandbaby gets to play with them.” Tears of happiness fall from my cheeks.

“Thanks, Ma.” I pull out old toys, trucks, motorcycles, blocks and various other toys that are used but in excellent shape. Ma pulls out a matted-down, light-brown rabbit with brown floppy ears.