[Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me (11 page)

“This is Speedy. He went everywhere with GT. That boy would cry and throw a damn tantrum if we forgot him anywhere.” She turns it this way and that, looking it over as if she’s remembering all those times vividly.

A sharp pain sears through my heart. I have nothing of my childhood except for an old blanket that I would never part with. Bam was a great dad, but he wasn’t very sentimental in keeping things of my past. Even when we cleaned out his house, he had very little. I shake it off, committing myself to making new memories, with my new family.

I smile up at Ma, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “This is the best present ever Ma. Thank you.” I stand up and hug her tight, loving this woman more than words.

After calming down, more gifts come my way.

Blaze got the baby diapers in like every freaking size. I have no clue where the hell I’m going to store them all.

Harlow’s gift has me smiling ear to ear. Every child needs a motorized Harley. Right? Even one that the baby can’t use until it’s at least three years old.

I sit back and watch everyone talk and mingle. This is my family. I love every single one of them. I don’t know how I would have gotten through all of this if not for their love and support.

“You got one more, Angel.” GT’s voice comes from the door, snapping my attention to him. I smile and get up from the chair. My feet falter at the sight of Stage, the woman from the other day, following behind him with a large smile on her face. Both Ma and Princess get behind me and I’m grateful for their support.

“Angel, this is Stage,” GT introduces.

It takes all my willpower to keep myself in check, but I do and acknowledge her. “Hi.” She holds out her hand and I shake it reluctantly. The moment I touch her skin, my gut churns.

I look over my shoulder and see Harlow and Blaze scowling. I smile.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Stage says and I’d love to say same here, but it’s really not and I don’t feel like lying. I nod instead and turn to GT. I can feel the woman’s eyes boring on me.

“I told you before I had a surprise for the baby.” I nod, staying mute. “Well, here it is.” Just then, an older man with a long beard and tattoos up and down his arms comes walking through the door. I really pay him no mind, but what he has in his hands takes my breath away.

A cradle made of a light-brown wood with small slats and a huge bottom on it. He sets it down in front of me and pushes it, swinging it back and forth on some sort of mechanism inside. I gasp and tears roll down my face. “You had this made?” I ask GT.

“Bobbie here is a woodworker, best damn one I know. Had him build it.” I turn to Bobbie, my eyes wide and tears still leaking from them. The man smiles, but it’s difficult to see with all the hair lining his face. His hair is pulled back tight in a ponytail and he’s wearing a cut from a different chapter of Ravage.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” I say between the tears.

He holds out his hand and I take it, feeling the rough calluses of his work. “Angel, it’s a pleasure to meet ya. GT’s a good boy. I’m glad you finally knocked some sense into him.”

GT laughs. “Watch it, ol’ man. I’ll take your ass to the ring.”

Bobbie scoffs. “Shit, I’m too old for that shit anymore.”

I smile at their camaraderie, but my eyes dance to Stage. She has her eye on Harlow and it makes me chuckle. Harlow’s already kicked her ass once. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to do it again.

“Oh, GT, it turned out beautiful. Hang on,” Ma says then rushes off.

I turn to GT. “Thanks, baby. I love it.” I stand on my tiptoes and he meets my lips for a soft kiss.

Ma comes back with a large bag with tissue paper streaming out of the top.

“Ma, you already got us something.” I shake my head and take the paper out. My eyes widen and tears fall again. Dammit. Inside is black fabric with motorcycles in red all over it. Pulling out the fabric, it is a perfect fit for the cradle. “Did you make this?” I ask her, pulling each piece out including a puffy pillow surround for the cradle and a top blanket.

“I sure did. Only the best for my grandbaby.” Ma smiles from ear-to-ear. I set the things down and rush into her arms, hugging her with all my might. She is the mother I never had and I love her with everything inside of me.

“I love you, Ma.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” She releases me and I jump into GT’s arms.

“Come on, we’re going to be late!” Angel yells from the living room. I’ll admit it, I’m procrastinating. I don’t want to fucking go and do this shit, but I love my baby and my woman. So, I suck it the fuck up and do it. Sighing, I walk down the stairs to meet her, and she glares back at me. “Seriously, GT we’ve only been once, we can’t be late.”

“Well, let’s go.” The entire ride to our class all I hear is ‘breathe,
he he he’
sounds. Ugh. It took me two nights to be able to fall asleep without hearing that shit in my dreams. Damn doctor insisted that we start taking these classes to prepare us for the birth. All we fucking do is breathe. I don’t need a damn class to teach me that shit.

Ma says I need to do this shit with her and truth be told, I’d fucking do anything for Angel, so here I am about to get my breathing on again.

Walking into class, eyes flare up to us. I have my normal jeans, t-shirt, rag, and boots on like I always do. Last week they all stared, but I didn’t give a shit then and I still don’t give a shit this week.

Angel finds a spot and sits down on the floor; her excitement about this is the only thing keeping me going. Her belly is now definitely showing. Being thirty-one weeks pregnant, several things on her are bigger, including those fucking tits of hers. I can’t get enough of that shit. They’re so fucking big I can get lost in them for days and never come up for air and her pussy, holy shit. Her pussy is on fire all the damn time. We’ve had to get a bit creative with her baby bump, but I’m up for that shit.

Then she has days where she just wants to lie in bed all day and sleep. On those days, it’s like the baby sucked every bit of life out of my Angel. The thing that gets me the most is she’s always smiling about it. Like having the fattest fucking feet in the world is the best thing ever. That’s another reason I love her so damn much. Every time she feels the baby moving inside of her she lights up like a damn Christmas tree, all those worries she held inside evaporating.

I hike my jeans up and sit on the floor next to Angel, her smile flawless. The door opens and a woman with long, wavy red hair steps over the threshold. Her green eyes scan the room and glitter at each person she meets. Every piece of clothing on her is made from patterns out of the seventies, but I’d guess her age to be in her thirties. Everything around her screams calm and serenity.

She doesn’t bother me. Dr. Hernandez picked her out, saying something about New Age, whatever in the hell all that bullshit meant. All I know is Angel wants me here, so I’m here.

“Welcome! I’m so glad you came today.” Her eyes sweep the room as she speaks. Angel moves to my side, sitting close. “Today, after we do our stretches and exercises, I have a little experiment for the dads here. So, let’s get busy.”

Angel and I follow the woman’s instructions as we breathe, and breathe, and breathe some more. She shows us different ways for Angel to sit more comfortably and ways to relieve back pain.

“All right, now for the dad exercise.” I sit back on my ass, knee bent with my arm resting on it, listening. “For this exercise, dads,” I love being called that shit, “you need get on your hands and knees. We are going to practice breathing.”

This is already a clusterfuck waiting to happen. I glance over at Angel, her eyes questioning me. I look around the room at all the other dads, all getting into the doggie-style position, then back at my girl. “I’m not doing this shit Casey. I love you, I’m here for ya and this baby, but I sure as shit ain’t sitting here doggie style and breathing. I can breathe just fine right here.”

Casey’s laugh echoes the room and she covers her mouth as all eyes fly to her. “Sorry,” she whispers turning back to me. “I don’t expect you to do this, GT. I love you, but I don’t care to see my man looking like that.” She shifts her head over to one of the dads. He’s on his hands and knees while he breathes in and out; his wife is next to him coaching him.

“Baby, I’ll be there with you every step of the way, but some shit. I just can’t. This is one of them.”

Casey regains control of her laughter. “I know some of this stuff isn’t for us. I love you for coming with me.”

“I’d do just about anything for you, Angel. We’re in this together.”

“Come eat!” Angel calls from the kitchen. After we got back from her class, she worked in the baby’s room, saying it had to get picked up. True, everything is everywhere and you can barely walk through the space, but we have time. The baby’s not due for another nine weeks.

“Thanks, Angel.” I kiss her lips before sitting down at the table. In front of me are mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and corn, and I eat quickly.

“I want to talk about what you want to name the baby.” My fork stops midway to my mouth. It hasn’t been something that has plagued me over the past few months, I just figured when we saw the baby, we would know.

“Okay. What do you want to name the baby?”

She smiles and it blasts me with sunshine. “I was thinking for a boy Deacon Alexander or Garret Alexander. Or a girl… Emma Lynn or Riley Lynn.” I ponder her names for a moment. They’re not bad, but I’m a little hung up on her boys’ names.

“Deacon and Garret?” I question as I shovel the food into my mouth.

“We’d call him either Deke or Garr.” Those I can live with. I nod.

“Lynn and Alexander after you?”

She grins. “Yeah. My middle and last name since the baby will have your last name.”

Damn right the baby will. It’s a fucking Gavelson. The baby will wear that shit with pride. “I can live with those.” I pause. “You need my last name, Angel.”

Her eyes tear up. “Soon, let’s have the baby first. What do you hope it is? A boy or a girl?” She sets her fork down, giving me her undivided attention.

“Angel, I really don’t give a shit. As long as it’s healthy, that’s all I give a damn about.” I have felt that way from day one. Either way, I plan on knocking Angel up again and again, so whichever comes out first doesn’t matter.

“Wait!” Her head pops up as she stands and leaves the table abruptly, excitement dripping off of her, but before I can ask her where she’s going, she speaks. “I have something.” Angel heads out of the room and comes right back with something in her hands. She holds them up.

“I got these the other day.” She holds up two tiny little hats, one red and one black, a huge smile on her face, excitement radiating from it. “This”—she holds one up—“will go on the baby’s head if it’s a girl. And this one”—she grabs the other hat, holding it up—“is for if it’s a boy.”

“Okay, what happened to that pink and blue shit Ma was trying to shove down our throats a while back?” I ask curiously.

“Ravage colors. This baby is a Ravage baby.” She smiles wide and my insides flip at how awesome my woman is and how fucking dead-on she is, too. I bring my lips down on hers and show her exactly how happy she has made me.