Chapter Twenty-One
Two amazing months have gone by since Chatty forgave me that night in the bar. She’s five months along now, and lookin’ sexier than ever with her growing belly. The bleeding has continued, but everything else is going perfectly with the pregnancy and the baby. My soul has been restored and my heart is complete now that I have Chatty back in my arms and our baby on the way. Half her, half me made up into this little person we created…it’s everything I’ve wished for; the only thing missing is getting her to be my wife.
Chatty moved into the room with me the day after we made up, giving Tinsley their room. I refuse to spend one more night away from her since I got her back. As much as we like the clubhouse, we can’t stay there forever, and with the baby coming I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about buyin’ a house, so I reached out to my mom. The house that Mark had put on the market is still available and the price has dropped, so I think it might be the perfect opportunity. I’ve set up a time later today to go check it out, and since I’ll be payin’ cash, it shouldn’t be an issue with us movin’ in quickly. It even has enough rooms if Tinsley came with us, but I’m not too sure Romeo will be lettin’ her out of his sight anytime soon. Especially now that he has to keep eyes on her every minute of the day.
Chatty’s name is called, pulling me back to the present. We follow the nurse and she weighs Chatty before takin’ us back to one of the exam rooms, where she goes over the usual questions: are you still having bleeding, are you having any pain, how is the nausea? It’s the same questions she gets asked every two weeks.
Yes, she is five months along, and still has to see Sierra every two weeks because, up until a week and a half ago, she was still bleeding. Some weeks it was worse than others, and on those weeks, we would rush here. A sonogram would confirm the baby was fine, and we would go back home. For her to make it a week and a half without so much as spotting is fuckin’ amazing. I have been not only scared shitless for her and the baby, but worried out of my mind that one day we would wake up and the baby would be gone. I don’t think either of us could take that kind of loss after everything we’ve been through.
This pregnancy has been rough for her, though; she’s still exhausted all of the time, so Drifter has taken over the bar until further notice. She’s still takin’ her medication, but if she misses even one pill, she’s vomiting in no time, and about a month ago she started having what she called round ligament pain. When she’s hurtin’ I go outta my mind because I can’t fuckin’ help her. I’m gonna lose my shit when she goes into labor. I’ve been told by the guys all about how these women turn into evil creatures during labor, especially from Bear. He told me all the threats Lil Mama made. Chatty’s tough, though, and I have no doubt she will handle it like a champ.
Sierra checks her over and performs the sonogram, taking the usual measurements, heartbeat check, and checking for the lining of blood. “Good news. The lining is gone! You can start monthly visits now. All of the baby’s measurements are perfect, and the heartbeat is strong. Would you like to know the sex?” Her gaze goes between the two of us.
Gazing over to Chatty, we both smile and nod at the same time. Watchin’ the screen, Sierra moves the curser around until she finds what she’s lookin’ for. “Congratulations! It’s a girl.”
A girl. I’m going to have a daughter.
“A girl,” I say, staring at Chatty.
“A girl,” she repeats with a dazzling smile.
“She’s gonna be just as beautiful as her momma.” Running my hand over her forehead and brushing a few stray hairs back, I lean close and kiss her temple.
Returning my attention back to Sierra, I see that she is smiling, but it doesn’t reach her eyes and it looks fake. Her green eyes tell a story of sadness, loneliness, and longing. Standing, she hands Chatty the printed pictures, grabs the napkins to clean up the jelly, and tells her to make her next appointment for one month before she leaves in a hurry.
“What’s wrong with her?” I question. Sierra has always been nice and she’s there when the club needs something, but she’s quiet about her personal life. I don’t even think the girls know anything about her.
“No idea,” Chatty states while eyeing the door with a concerned expression. After we leave Chatty’s appointment, she drives us over to the hospital for my therapy session.
“You’re getting those transfers down!” Spike excitedly tells me.
“I had enough of the guys seein’ my cock, so I kicked my ass in gear.”
Spike laughs while shakin’ his head. “Looks like your balance is getting better, too,” he states as he has me balancing my weight on my hands. At first, I was shaky when I tried this exercise, but as my strength increases in my arms, I have become steady.
“I think so. I no longer need help with anything except gettin’ dressed; that’s still a little hard for me.” Spike hands me the weights and I start doin’ my normal reps while he does the range of motion on my legs.
“It’ll get easier, just like everything else has.”
Once we’re done practicing my transfers, range of motion exercises, and lifting the weights, Spike pulls out that same tool Doctor Guthrie used when checking to see if I had feeling in my feet and legs.
“I’m going to check the feeling and see if there has been any progress since Doctor Guthrie checked.” Spike takes off my ridin’ boots and socks. “I’m going to start at the heel—stop me if you have any type of sensation.”
“Got it.” A few seconds in, and I feel a little something. “Wait, do that again.” He goes back over the spot across the bottom of my toes, and sure enough, it feels like pins and needles poking at me. “I feel it!” My eyes widen with excitement.
“Awesome!” Spike replies happily.
Lookin’ over at Chatty, I see her smiling and coverin’ her mouth as her eyes shimmer with tears. Smiling at her, I mouth I love you then turn back to Spike. He’s now runnin’ the tool up my leg, which I have no feeling in. He does the same process with the other, and I have that same poking sensation in my toes as I did the other foot.
“You’re making great progress, so let’s hope it continues.” Spike draws his attention to Chatty. “How’s the pregnancy going?”
“Better. I’m on monthly visits finally, and we found out today the baby is a girl.”
He smiles, places his hand on my shoulder, and squeezes. “Congratulations!” He gazes between Chatty and me.
“Thanks,” we reply in unison.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“I’ll be here.” In the last two months, my gunshot wounds have completely healed. Doctor Guthrie released me from anymore visits with him and gave the all-clear on physical activity within my ability to perform. I still do physical therapy five times a week and occupational three times a week. It’s a lot, but as long as I am makin’ progress, I will continue to do what I need to. We say our goodbyes to Spike and head to the address of Mark’s old house.
“Gunner, this is amazing!” Chatty spins in circles, lookin’ around with her mouth hanging open.
“You like it?” A grin appears on my face; I know she does. Who wouldn’t, though, it’s fuckin’ perfect. And my first thought when we pulled up is I won’t need any help gettin’ up and down any stairs. The black-tar driveway leads up to a two-car garage, but you can park next to the front porch. It’s completely flat leading to the door, and I knew in that second I wanted this house.
“No, I love it, but isn’t it a little too expensive?” Her wide gaze meets my eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. Do you want it?” My brow arches, waitin’ for her answer. I already know she wants it, just by her reaction when we first drove up.
Biting down on her bottom lip, her head starts to slowly nod. “I want it.”
The 2,000-square-foot stone home has four bedrooms with 3 full bathrooms. The vaulted ceilings and hardwood floors make the open layout appear enormous, and everything is up-to-date and modern. The master bedroom is practically the size of the bar and the master bath is big, with a Jacuzzi tub, separate stone shower with a waterfall showerhead, heated flooring, and his and her bowl sinks sittin’ on top of a dark granite countertop.
The kitchen is a chef’s dream, with endless marble countertops, white cabinetry, all-black appliances, and the built-in stove with the six gas burners.
The backyard is my favorite, with the huge deck area with a small outside kitchen made up with a gas grill, two electric burners, and a mini fridge. When you walk down off the deck, there’s a nice sized ground pool with an attached hot tub that already has an iron fence surrounding both. Some landscaping has been done, but there is enough yard left for our baby girl to run around and play.
“Do you want some time to discuss it?” Mark asks from the barstool he’s perched on at the kitchen island.
“Nope. We’ll take it. Call me later to talk numbers.”
“Oh. My. God,” Chatty squeals as she rushes over to me, bending down and throwin’ her arms around my neck, and peppering kisses all over my face.
Laughing, I give her a short, sweet kiss. “Marry me?”
“Someday, Gunner, someday.” She draws out the last someday as she looks around our new home.
Later that night, I wheel myself into the room Tink’s in. I visit him the same time every day, and he’s makin’ some progress—I can see it in the blinking of his eyes, the twitch of his fingers, and sometimes his breathing becomes erratic for a few moments until he calms. Doc says he’ll come out of it when he’s ready. His flesh has healed and the bruising is gone, along with the swelling. He looks like Tink, but from chest down his body is disfigured with all of the scarring.
Sittin’ in my chair next to his bed, I start talkin’ like I do every night. I tell him about my day, plead with him to wake up, and talk to him about Chatty and the baby. After a few hours of no response, I leave his room, go into mine, and transfer myself into bed next to Chatty.
Pulling her close to me, I think she’s asleep until her lips touch my neck. My hand runs down her long dark hair. “Give me that mouth.” Her kisses trail up my jaw, over my stubbled cheek, until her lips land on mine. I push my tongue, gaining entry through her parted lips. The kiss is a fight for control, frenzied, and full of a desperate need.
Her in only my t-shirt and me in nothing at all, I remove the offending piece of material so I can feel her big, beautiful tits. Palming both, I gently massage, then run the pad of my thumbs across each nipple, causing them to immediately harden under my touch. Her hips move, makin’ her pussy rub against my cock.
Breaking from the kiss, I tell her, “Get up here, I want you ridin’ my face.” She scurries up, turns around, and puts one leg on each side of my head. Grippin’ her hips, I lower Chatty down, and my tongue skates lightly front to back against her wet cunt. The tip of my tongue flicks her clit, makin’ her moan loudly.
“So fuckin’ sweet. I love tastin’ you.” I hum against her smooth wet flesh.
Chatty reaches for my cock, wrapping her hand around me, giving a few strokes before bending and taking me into her mouth. I try to concentrate on makin’ her come, but fuck, her mouth feels good. Groaning, I continue my assault on her pussy, rubbing my hand on her ass cheek. Inserting two fingers inside her, I push in and out, hittin’ her sweet spot. Her cries grow and the speed her mouth moves increases. Her hips move back and forth, chasing her impending orgasm.
She grows closer by the second, and when I feel her start to pulsate against my fingers, I pull them out. I keep flicking my tongue against her clit, but I take one of my wet digits, placing it against her asshole. She tenses for a brief second before she continues working me over.
“Gunner,” she mewls at the new sensation.
I make small circles on the hole; her body starts to shake and it’s time I let her detonate. Slowly, I push my finger inside the tightness and pull back out over and over. Within a few seconds, she’s screaming and biting down on my cock as the orgasm racks her body.
Climbing off me, she is breathless, and her hooded eyes meet mine. “That was amazing!”
Sitting myself up against the headboard, I smile. “You tasted fuckin’ amazing. Now come ride me.” She does, she rides me so fuckin’ good. Her hips move forward and backwards in a slow rhythm. Her tits bounce beautifully. I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking on the tight bud while massaging the other. Running my tongue up over her chest, neck, jaw, and finally landing on her lips, I kiss her hard. She moans as another release is makin’ its way to the surface.
“It feels so good.” She hums in pleasure.
“Sure the fuck does. You’re so goddamn wet and tight.” Placing my hands on her hips, I move her faster. Takin’ over, I bounce her on my cock, makin’ her go even deeper.
Groaning and growling into her neck, I grow closer to my own release. “Come with me, Chat.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders and her movements speed up as she takes back control—then, they become erratic. “Now, babe, now!”
Her head rolls back as she cries out my name. I pull her close, placing my lips against the skin of her chest and groaning out her name as my cum fills her up. Sweaty, breathless, and sated, we hold onto each other until our breathing goes back to normal.
She climbs off me, walks into the bathroom and returns with two wet washcloths. She cleans me up, then herself, and places them on the side of the clothes hamper. When Chatty returns to bed, I scoot myself back down and pull her in close so that she is tangled up with me. “I love you, Chat,” I tell her as her head hits my chest.
“I love you too, Gunner,” she tiredly responds on a yawn. Kissing her forehead, I run my hand down her hair until she falls asleep.