Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (34 page)

It must have hit Indiana hard because my mom
has called twice since Thursday asking me if I’m okay and if I am
actually dating Claire. I of course broke down and admitted to my
mom that I am bi. She’s as wonderful as always. Totally supportive
even when I told her Claire was nearly forty. That doesn’t seem to
bother her. What can I say? My mom is a saint. I gave her a small
run down about Johnathan and she thought my choice to keep him at a
distance was healthiest for me right now. She even spoke to my old
gyno about my stress levels and he agreed I should keep away from
it all.

I’ve spoken to Stacy three times this week
after our texting and we’re back on the friendship track. After San
Diego he’s leaving to go back to Indiana to visit his mom for a few
weeks. I mentioned to James I need some time off and we’ve been in
talks about the safest places for me to travel to. That is close to
a doctor just in case I have baby problems and far enough away from
paparazzi that I can breathe.

I called all the journalists I promised to
help. I offered People magazine a full exclusive of my gender
appointment in two weeks. They of course have to pay me to get all
they are asking for. Like photos of me getting the ultrasound, a
small video clip of me talking to our fans. Apparently, I now have
my own fan following. Why? I have no idea. It’s stupid really. But
I’m going to allow it and they’re going to pay me a million to get
full access.

I also spoke to the other journalists one of
which I patched over to Deacon to do an interview with and the
other with Stacy to give a full manager exclusive of the band. They
were happy with what I offered, said I was nicer than most managers
who would have blown them off. What can I say I’m wonderful? Ok,
maybe not. But it sounds good.

I’ve spent the entire week with James lots of
teddy bear cuddling involved. Which I love. We haven’t spoken about
the masturbation thing since. And he’s been working his work mojo
from home. Plus he’s taken on part of Jasmine’s job. I didn’t know
he had financial experience but apparently he has a full stock
portfolio and a hefty savings. I don’t know how much and I’ll never
ask. It’s none of my business.

Johnathan and I haven’t spoken but once. I
texted him saying I was proud of him and I hope that he keeps up
the good work to better himself. I’m sure James is relaying baby
messages to him, and this week is San Diego. Which I am not
attending even though I planned the entire thing. I just felt it
was better to stay in and give Johnathan his space. Once it’s over
I am taking a vacation. Now where to is the question?

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Thank you for reading book 2 of the Stricken Rock
series. Stay tuned for Emily’s big happily ever after coming in
book 4.

Check out the first chapter of Stricken Trust Book 3
of the series- Posted Below.

Where have the past seven weeks gone? Right
now, I’m sitting in the most beautiful place in the entire world
with the best man in the entire world. Soon to be the two best men
in the entire world. Then three. It’s been a super busy seven
weeks. Lots of fun and exciting things have happened — both very
good and some bad. When it comes to Johnathan, there’s always good
with the bad. It goes hand in hand. Like peanut butter and jelly.
Wow, that sounds good right now. I might just have to get off this
couch and make myself some food.

Anyhow, after all the concerts were finished
in LA and San Diego. Neither of which I attended. They were
fantastic, according to the internet reviews and the band
themselves. They went off without a hitch and Stricken and Ice the
Monkey rocked it hard. James and I stayed out of the spot light.
The paparazzi and media did not tame down the first week following
breaking news of me being the mom of Johnathan Strikers babies. The
twin’s part kind of hyped up the event and apparently they found
out about my medical condition. And the babies went from exciting
to divine after my percent of conception was publicized. Calling
them the miracle babies. It’s all over the internet including
multiple Facebook and twitter pages popping up as fans of the
‘Stricken’s Divine Children’ or ‘Johnathan’s Miracle Babies.’ It
goes to show, some people are just nuts. I’m not dogging that my
babies who are now twenty weeks into baking in my oven and the size
of artichokes, aren’t miracles. They are to me and the rest of our
family. But the rest of the world seems to think our life is
theirs. And thanks to Ashley, I have no privacy. I walk out of my
house; I’m stalked. I go to the grocery store; I’m stalked. You
name it; I’m stalked.

I was at Ralph’s grocery store two weeks ago
and I was spotted by a pregnant lady. She ran me down and asked me
to sign her belly. Me, Emily Bronwyn, twenty four year old
Aquarius, pregnant with twins due March twenty-ninth. I have
nothing special; about me. I’m a normal girl who grew up in a small
town in Indiana. But apparently I’m famous because Johnathan is,
and our children are by association. So I’m a triple threat in the
popularity department.

The worst part other than the constant
stalking is the photos that show up on the internet and magazines
of me. I’m short and I’m carrying twins and now that I’m twenty
weeks, I look like a cow. I have stretch marks but they are being
tamed thanks to wonderful James who has been helping me apply tubs
of cocoa butter daily. Most women at this stage look all cute with
normal sizes bellies. Yeah, not me. When I had my near twenty week
checkup four days ago I was measuring twenty eight weeks along. I’m
huge and I’m all belly and my boobs have grown. And I have no idea
what the hell I was complaining about when I was first pregnant
about peeing and eating because it has multiplied times a hundred
since. Especially craving the salty foods part. And I know this
sounds gross, but even come sounds good. It’s salty and it’s warm
and I can remember Johnathan’s like it was yesterday. But it wasn’t
yesterday; it was eight weeks ago? I think.

Plus my sex drive went from a little before
pregnancy, then bumped up a lot after. And now I’m on super power
and B.O.B just isn’t cutting it. I’ve tried everything to stop it.
I’ve tried lavender bath salts in the tub to relax me, no
masturbating, overly masturbating, reading unsexy books about war
and famine. I’ve ate this and that. And the worst is my nipples are
swollen and they graze my bra or my shirts or anything I wear and
that turns me on. The pain from them is hot and tingly and for some
unknown reason my body loves it. It also loves jeans rubbing my
clit too. I was walking into my doctor’s office with Stacy at my
eighteen week checkup wearing maternity pants that I forced myself
to buy. And I orgasmed walking back to the exam room. I had to stop
grab my belly, brace myself against the wall and it just shot off.
I bit my lips so I didn’t moan but Jesus it was one of the most
embarrassing days of my entire life. So I now stick to dresses and
soft pants. Nothing with a ridge between the crotch.

When I first moved in with James, I was
self-conscious about my self-pleasuring. Now I could care less.
According to Trisha, my doctor, I’ve gained twelve pounds so far.
Which is good I suppose. I’ve begged to be put on some kind of
anti-horny drug. But apparently there is nothing. She actually
finds it comical that I’m one of her horniest patients. Claire’s
not around and hasn’t been for the past seven weeks. She’s upped
her stay in New York to ten weeks because her partner Paul Waits
has been preoccupied and the work load has tripled. We talk all the
time on the phone and I’ve Skyped with her a few times. But it’s
not the same. Anna is truly missing Claire. Especially now. And yes
if you are wondering, I have sent pictures of Anna to Claire. What
can I say? I want to keep my girlfriend happy. Even if I’m utterly
miserable. I love being pregnant mostly, it’s the insatiable part
that I hate. Okay, enough of that. I’m horny just thinking about
it.

Johnathan has been getting his act together
from what I hear. We text occasionally and I’m kind of surprised to
say I’m not missing him as much as I thought I would. I know that
sounds terrible. But I think it has part to do with the fact I am
completely happy with my friendships in life. The drama is down
except for the constant string of stalking. James helps with that
and if he wasn’t in my life I honesty would be lost. Between him
and Stacy, who I’m now best friends with again, are my rocks, my
everything in life. I care for Claire but she’s been busy with work
and I’ve been busy helping Stacy get more band things completed
from behind the scenes. Stricken has done a photo shoot with Big
Boy Condom Company and a commercial. They’re also writing a new CD.
Apparently Johnathan writes songs and so does D. Both of which I
had no clue they did.

According to James, Johnathan is attempting
to clean up his act and when I’ve talked to Johnathan personally
he’s told me about attending A.A twice a week, going to a counselor
twice a week and he’s also been attempting the abstinence thing.
It’s back fired three times according to him. Which I guess three
different times in seven weeks isn’t so bad. None of them have been
with me. I’m here for moral support but when we talk it’s strictly
friends and baby talk. I’ve seen him only once in person and that
was at the sixteen week baby reveal ultrasound. Which People
Magazine paid me a butt load of money to allow them to shoot.
Stacy, James, Johnathan and I all attended. It was so exciting. And
the grand finale is that we are having twins of both genders. Baby
A is a girl and baby B is a boy. Which I am stoked about. I would
be happy with any genders. I just hit the jackpot and will be a
mommy of a boy and a girl. Both of which are healthy and growing
perfectly. Unlike their mommy who feels like a pregnant cow.

So now I am sitting here in the living room
of my home for the next two weeks. After the gender reveal and the
other two doctors’ appointments since, I am taking my much needed
vacation. Things have died down with the band. They are engrossed
in working on the album so Rita can take over. And after much
deliberation, James and I are sitting in a beautiful log cabin in
Colorado in the first weeks of November and it’s brisk but
beautiful. We’re far enough off the beaten path that we can’t be
bothered and close enough that if I need a doctor, I can. Dr. Golds
gave me the go ahead to fly here and go three weeks between our
next doctor’s appointment. Although she did offer if I needed
anything she’d fly out. Seems as though after finding out the
babies in my belly are Stricken’s lead singers, she’s been even
more accommodating, if that’s possible. She’s pretty great as it
is.

We got into the airport this morning. James
rented us another suburban and now he’s taking a nap and I’m
resting my feet up in the cabin. This place is huge. Four bedrooms,
three and half baths, two stories, all log cabin with a giant open
kitchen with island. A wall of all windows. A game room. A cinema
room and a bunch of other amenities. Plus we are very close to a
pond and some walking and hiking trails. It’s beautiful here. The
outside has a giant wrap around porch with rocking chairs. I’m in
rustic heaven and I know James is at peace. It’s like our bedroom
back at home in our condo. Yes, I say our condo. I’ve lived with
him nearly two months and we’ve slept in the same bed since the
first night. It’s cozy and my teddy bear soothes me. There’s no
sex. Not even a taste or a touch or anything. Apparently James
doesn’t do sex
at all
. And he won’t talk about it. I’ve
tried.

In two days this cabin will be filled with
more laughter and love. Stacy is coming to stay with us for a week
and he’s bringing his boyfriend Kyle. Yep, it’s about damn time. He
and Kyle are officially together. After our short fallout and
reconnection, I convinced Stace to call Kyle. Who lives in Orange
County not far from LA. Totally workable for their relationship. I
think it’s been hot and heavy ever since. Going on nearly a month,
I believe in the relationship department. And Stacy hasn’t been
complaining at all about not fucking woman. Which I guess is a good
thing. I kind of figured Stacy would get over the bi thing sooner
or later and fall into homosexuality completely. Which I couldn’t
be happier about. And as it seems neither can he. Go figure.

Overall, my life’s stresses are down thanks
to my Johnathan separation. I’m not going to lie; I do miss him
some and yes I do love him. But like I said, he’s on the right
track in his life and I hope it continues down that road. No matter
what, he’s going to be in my life and I’m going to be a mom. That’s
all that matters. And the next two weeks I’m going to snuggle with
my Stacy, and my teddy bear James. We’re going to relax, play
games, I’m going to take a hundred baths in our whirlpool tub and
I’m going to cook like a mad woman for the two most important men
in my life, aside from Johnathan.

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