Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (49 page)

It’s crazy, and I can hardly wrap my head around the idea. Not only one child but two, not only one boy but a pair of them. I’m only seven months in but I feel absolutely massive even though Alex keeps telling me he thinks I look even more beautiful than I did before.

If that’s true, I don’t know what it says about The Rhino and his perversions, but even if it’s not, it’s super nice to hear.

I never thought I’d be a mother at all, let alone with Alex Vann Haden as the father, and I still haven’t adjusted to the reality of it. Until these little boys pop out, I’m going to continue thinking it’s a joke.

That’s not the only thing I’m still in shock about either. The whole Superbowl win in the dying seconds followed by Alex’s completely unexpected wedding proposal still hasn’t fully sunk in.

I’ve often asked Alex whether he would have gone through with it anyway had they lost, to which he always responds, as cocky as ever, that neither of those things were ever in doubt.

We’ve decided to get married officially in the fall in a small celebration with close family members, with a party later on in the year here on his island, which I expect to be adequately debaucherous. Alex says those days are well behind him, but as long as I’ve had the children by then, there’s no chance I’m going to hold myself back as well.

Nine months without a drink with two huge boys growing inside you is nothing short of a miracle for me.

That’s part of the reason we’ve decided to push the wedding to the end of the year too. I’m not going to even attempt to get into a wedding dress if I can’t see my feet without the help of a mirror.

We wanted to wait until after the anniversary of Dad’s death too, which I know is going to be a shitty time for me. He would have fainted had he seen what happened after that incredible game, which is being talked about as the number one sporting event of the year, better even than Alex’s winning touchdown pass, even though it’s not in itself technically a sporting event per sé.

Not content with awarding him a record-equalling fourth Superbowl win, they also gave him MVP again, and this year, finally, he was immortalized in the hall of fame. It only took them six seasons but hey, at least that’s still quicker than most.

He continues to be the all round superstar he promised me he always was, not only out on the field, but here, at home, with me, my family, in our everyday lives, which are anything but ordinary.

I’ve never felt more loved, more in love, more able to understand what that actually means, and I’ve never felt happier than I do with Alex.

It sounds fucking cliché, but this man is my world, and every day I wake up and wonder what I did that made him want to choose me.

He has his faults like everyone else, and we have our challenges like everyone else but I’ve never doubted him or us, or what we have strived to create for one another.

I’m about to have twins, I’m about to get married to the sexiest, most talented quarterback in the world, I’m floating on a boat in the middle of the Caribbean sea and I can’t think of anything that would make me happier.

I’m living a dream, and somehow, through magic, design, perseverance or sheer luck, or perhaps a wicked mix of all of them, Alex Vann Haden is here to share it with me. Not only that, but he’s here to stay too.

Gemstone eyes, rock-hard abs, and did I mention that massive, massive-.

“Are you alright Lucy?” he asks me.

“Babymaker”, I say without thinking.

“Sorry?”

I smile but don’t take my eyes off him.

“Never better”, I say, correcting myself. “I’ve never been better.”

Alex

Twins. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean, hall of fame, MVP, record-equalling number of Superbowl rings, but twins, fucking twins. Quarterback and wide receiver. Two safeties. A fucking team all in one go.

I still can’t believe it. I have to pinch myself from time to time, even though Lucy has swollen up like a balloon. I swear she’s so big she looks like she’s going to pop out a whole offensive line up.

Life has never been as good as this. Kids on the way, wedding round the corner, mother in law placated, even Jack’s taken to me. In one year my whole life has turned around, and every time I think back to the moment I finally decided to get back in touch with Lucy - a decision I agonized over much more than anything else I have done in my life  - I feel so happy I had the balls to finally go ahead and do it. None of this would have happened otherwise. That incredible first fuck almost a full year ago, the subsequent explosion of our desire in the corridor afterward and everything finally falling into place for us a full two months after I wanted it to.

I had to wait, but waiting just made the whole thing better.

Lucy’s finally finished that article about me, although it’s not an article at all now, it’s a fucking book. I didn’t even know she was writing it in her spare time, until she gave it to me as a birthday present.

It’s a book about my life, to be published by Gathbrait Publications, the owners of Endzone magazine, and from a purely objective point of view, it is absolutely brilliant. I’m not the only one saying that either. It hasn’t even been released yet and critics are going crazy over advanced copies and previews. Lucy, naturally, believes almost nothing people say about her work. She thinks it’s neither good nor bad, just an honest story about her favorite football player who happens to also be her fiancé.

She is the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met, and every day I spend with her, I love her more and more.

Even with her complaints about being pregnant, even with her quirks and idiosyncrasies, her insecurities and concerns, even though she is specific about things I will never understand, I love her.

I love her because of those things and not in spite of them, I love her because when we come together it feels like the world itself is shaking apart, and I love her, more than anything else, because she makes me a better person.

I make a point of looking at the clear blue sky, and then I lick my finger and hold it up to the wind.

“Storms coming in”, I say.

Lucy gives me her narrow eyes. She rests her book on her belly and lifts herself up.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Vann Haden?”

“I’m just concerned about your safety, Mrs. Parker Vann Haden.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“It’s more than a mouthful.”

There is a pause while she contemplates it, and I begin to swell even harder.

“Ok, but not so hard, I don’t want these boys being born out here”, she says.

I can’t help but smile. “We’ve got gasoline this time.”

“Soft and slow, or not at all.”

“I can go soft and slow.”

She raises her eyebrows.

“Adaptable”, she says.

“Very.”

I take a step closer, my bathing costume already lowered.

“Hard”, she says.

“Always.”

“Confident.”

“See, I told you you’d change your opinion of me.”

Lucy laughs. “Just shut up and fuck me before that storm comes in.”

“That I can definitely do.”

Clear skies above us, I tease Lucy’s bikini to the side and glow with pleasure as I watch myself slide inside her.

“That is fucking amazing”, Lucy moans, as she leans back into her deck chair, her pussy giving way to my swollen insistence. “That, Mr. Vann Haden is fucking amazing.”

“The Rhino”, I correct her. “Right now you can call me The Rhino.”

THE END

About Abbey Foxx:

I write bad boy alpha males and the strong women that can't help but fall in love with them. I'm a romance reader, writer, editor, and alpha male apologizer. I hope you like my work.

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