Ryker scratched his head as he looked down on the mess of wooden pieces. This man used to have to beat the life out of people. A baby's crib was his new enemy now. He picked up and unfolded the white instruction manual. He looked like an explorer, standing on a vista, looking at his map.
“I don't know how anybody is supposed to figure this shit out,” he said.
I watched him from a rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom, trying to hold back my giggles. Moving boxes were stacked against every wall. We'd only just moved in a few days ago. This bedroom was going to be for the baby. “Take a deep breath, honey.”
Ryker took my advice and inhaled sharply. “I think I need a break.” He set down the map on the pieces of the crib and knelt down next to me. “Is our boy going to like his room?” he asked, putting his hand on my stomach.
“I was thinking of going with dark blue on the walls with white sailboats.”
“White sailboats?” Ryker repeated. “Why don't we just paint the room pink and give him Barbies?”
I playfully shoved him away and my chair rocked backwards. “How about race cars then?”
Ryker smiled and showed his teeth. He had been so carefree and happy since our wedding. Like nothing could stop him from being happy. “Sounds good to me. Clay is going to love it.”
“Clay? What kind of a name is that?”
“A boy's name of course.”
“I was thinking of something more like Justin.”
Ryker pondered for a moment and began talking to my stomach. “Are you a Justin, little guy?” Ryker looked up at me. “I think we have a winner.”
Time was moving so fast. One day I was a drug addict, getting high as much as possible. The next, I'm married, pregnant, and happier than ever.
I eventually called my parents and explained everything that happened. Ryker insisted on it after the engagement. He had been insisting on a lot of things lately. They weren't too enthused about me getting married so quickly but their minds changed when they met Ryker. I even invited Sarah, making her my maid of honor.
Once thing I didn't understand was how we were able to afford so much. I was almost done with school and Ryker still hadn't found a job yet. We had just bought a four-bedroom house in a nice suburban neighborhood. A small cry from the crack house I lived in while I was an addict. I didn't think to question it. I just thought that Ryker had some money saved up. But this was different.
“How are we paying for for all this?” I asked, motioning to the entire house.
Ryker grinned and felt my belly again for the baby. “All thanks to the Murphy brothers.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
The baby kicked and Ryker felt it, keeping his hand on me. “I was the only one that knew where the O'Malleys kept their money. We inherited it all, baby. We have enough to live on and never work again.”
“Holy shit! Why didn't you tell me before?”
Ryker looked down at the floor. He thought I was mad. “I didn't want you to quit your dream of finishing school.”
I lifted his face by his chin. “I love you more than anything, Mr. Ash.”
“And I love you, Mrs. Ash.” Ryker kissed me, his hand sneaking down my shirt and feeling my up my breast. “God damn, your tits are absolutely gigantic now.” Ryker pinched my nipple and I felt that familiar desire between my thighs—that same desire that led me down this pregnant path in the first place.
“We've christened every room but this one,” I said, twirling my hair with my finger.
Ryker bit down on his bottom lip. “Mrs. Ash, you're a dirty girl.”
I giggled as he kissed my neck.
Life couldn't get any better.
I couldn't be with a better man.
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