Oath Keepers MC: The Collection Page 11

  I also need to talk to Konstantin about what to do with London before I leave.

  Me: It’s been five days now, London. Don’t you have your next appointment soon? Call me. I at least want to know what this Doctor has to say. I can send you to a private OB/GYN if you want, that way you can have an ultrasound for each appointment.

  Chapter 9

  London

  Oh my God, Cameron is going to drive me crazy. He’s been calling and texting practically non-stop. I’m glad he wants to know what’s going on, but it seems like he’s doing it because he feels obligated, not because he’s actually interested. Maybe if I just answer him he will leave me alone for a while.

  Me: Yes, my appointment is today. Sorry I didn’t text you back a few days ago when you had texted me about the appointment and the ultrasound. I’m going to my Doctor later on, but I might take you up on the offer for the private OB. It all depends how today goes.

  Cameron: Jesus, London, it’s been seven days already! I had to ask Emily if she’d talked to you, just to make sure you were still alive! Can I go to the appointment with you today?

  Me: Well, I’m fine. I’m not really ready for that yet, but maybe you can for the next one. I’ll let you know what they say later.

  Cameron: Okay, thank you for texting me back. I miss you...

  Me: TTYL Cam.

  He misses me? That asswipe can’t possibly be missing me when he was just with someone else the other night. I may not be in love with him, but I still cared about him. He’s my baby’s father, for Christ’s sake. If he missed me then he wouldn’t be sleeping with random chicks in the parking lots of bars.

  I put my phone in my pocket and start to fold clean clothes. A pair of muscular arms wrap around me, bringing me warmth.

  “Hey, baby, whatcha’ doing?” Cain mumbles as he buries his face in my neck, and it tickles me when he breathes onto my skin between my neck and shoulder.

  I shiver a little and get goose bumps, making me sigh. “I’m just getting this laundry folded since you only brought a couple of clothing items with you.”

  Stubborn man. If I hadn’t washed his clothes already, he wouldn’t have had anything to wear.

  His whiskers from his short beard tickle me when he talks. “You’re good to me, sweet cheeks. I could go buy a few more things and then just leave them here for you to sleep in if ya’ want?”

  He’s so sweet, doing little things for me to make me happy.

  “Yes, that sounds like a great idea. I still have your boxers I stole before. I sleep in them all the time,” I admit and can feel my cheeks heat up.

  “That’s so fuckin’ sexy, babe.”

  I start shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah, you think so?” I ask and he looks down at my feet.

  “Yeah, I do. What’s wrong with your foot?”

  “Oh, they are just a little swollen and sore.” He peers closer and notices my feet are swollen and a little pinkish.

  Ugh, my feet feel like they are on fire and going to explode. My ankles hurt and are so tired. Geez, I’ve barely done anything on them all day.

  “Damn, London, come lie on the couch for a minute and take a break.”

  I can’t believe my feet are already swelling; it’s way too early for this. I sit on the couch and lie back against the throw pillows.

  Cain follows me into the living room and sits beside me. He pulls my feet onto his lap and starts to massage each one. His hands are warm and rough from working with them and fighting.

  “God, Cain, that is pure heaven. Geez, you are so good at that; it feels amazing.” I moan blissfully and close my eyes. I’m such a dickhead for keeping this pregnancy from him, especially since we’ve been intimate with each other.

  Wow, he definitely knows how to use his hands—in many ways. The massage is making me sleepy; I didn’t realize how tired I am.

  Waking up, I jump up to see what time it is. Shit! I didn’t mean to fall asleep.

  What time is it? It’s 2:26 p.m. Fuck! I have to get to my appointment.

  Glancing in each of the rooms, I don’t find Cain anywhere. I decide to write him a note and let him know that I have to run to an appointment but will be back soon. I leave the note in the middle of the coffee table so he will see it next to his clean clothes.

  Grabbing my coat, I zip it up super-fast and throw my beanie on, then race to my car. Amazingly, I don’t slip on any ice. I’m supposed to be fifteen minutes early, and I doubt that’s going to happen. Shit, shit, shit!

  I arrive at the doctor’s office with ten minutes to spare—that’s pretty perfect. I’m so nervous about seeing the doctor and having an ultrasound done, I feel like I’m going to puke. Glancing down at my phone, I open up my messages folder.

  Hmm, looks like Cameron texted me again; I must have been asleep when I checked it.

  Cameron: Good luck with the ultrasound today.

  “Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” I’m interrupted and look up at the lady sitting behind the counter.

  “Oh! Sorry, yes, ma’am, you can. I need to check in, please. My name is London Traverson, and I have an appointment at 2:40 with Dr. Baker.”

  She stares at her computer for a second, typing a few random keys. “Ah yes. London, I have you here and checked in. Please fill out this paperwork and bring it to the desk when you have completed as much as you can to the best of your knowledge. One of the nurses will call you back shortly when they have a room open for you.”

  She highlights a few things on the paperwork and sets it on the counter.

  “Okay, thank you very much.” I take the clipboard and a pen and sit in one of the ugly, uncomfortable chairs to fill it all out. The time passes quickly while I’m penciling in answers to a million questions.

  “Miss London Traverson?”

  Shit. I’m not even halfway done filling out this damn book of information they ask you for. I glance up and offer her a shaky smile. I probably seem like a scatterbrain right now.

  “Hi. That’s me, but I’m not done with this. Is that okay?”

  The short brunette nurse smiles kindly and holds her hand out for the clipboard. “Oh yes, sweetie, you can fill it out while you wait for Dr. Baker to come into the room, okay? Come on, we’ll be taking you to exam room five.”

  “Great, thanks.”

  I sit in the little exam room and continue to fill out the questionnaire. We do a brief checkup with my weight, blood pressure, smoking, and drinking habits.

  After the nurse is done and leaves, Dr. Baker walks in. She’s a tall, rail-thin lady, mid-forties with strawberry blonde hair. She reminds me of Pepper Potts in Iron Man. I wonder if she’d get mad if I called her Mrs. Potts instead.

  “Hello, Miss Traverson, may I call you London?” She offers me a small smile, and I have to refrain from asking if she likes Iron Man. Tony Stark would totally chase after her.

  “Yes, ma’am, you may,” I concede and smile at her.

  “All right, I see last time you had a urine test done, a general questionnaire, a cervical/pap completed and submitted your first set of blood samples. Looks like we can do your vaginal ultrasound today to get a more accurate idea of how far along you are. We can listen to your baby’s heartbeat, and then I can give you some information on the pregnancy and where you are in your first trimester.”

  “Okay, sounds awesome.” I lay back on the exam table with the sheet over my pelvic area, and she gets all the equipment ready.

  “All right, London, this wand is going to be uncomfortable, but this will give us the best picture of the baby.”

  I nod my head and she sticks the probe up my who-ha. “Woah, Doc! You didn’t even buy me dinner!” I giggle at my dorky comment, and she smirks at me.

  Her eyes grow big for a split second before she schools her features. “Wow. London, how far along did you think you are again?”

  She squints at the screen and then glances at me curiously.

  I peer at the screen but have no clue what I’m looking at. I’m gett
ing a grainy image with a little blob in the middle of it. I study the image hard for a second. Nope, I’ve got nothing.

  I turn to the doctor and shrug. “I don’t really know. My period has always been irregular, and with the pill it just messed it up more. Sometimes I have a period and sometimes I don’t. But that’s been pretty normal for me growing up. I just started getting sick about two weeks ago. That should go away within a few months, right?”

  “Well, sweetie, it’s very impressive that you haven’t been sick very much. You see this, here and here?” She points to a few places on the screen.

  I squint my eyes and move my head closer “Um, yes?”

  “That’s the baby’s arms, legs, and head. Would you like to know what the sex of the baby is?” she asks and grins really big.

  Holy shit, that’s so awesome! I can actually see my kid on the screen now. God, how did I not notice that stuff before?

  Wait, find out what I’m having already?

  “Wait…I don’t know much about pregnancy, just what I’ve read recently. But I thought you had to be further along to know what you’re having?”

  “Yes, you are absolutely correct. You, Miss London, are measuring at around four and a half months along. You’ll be hitting your five month mark soon and should be able to feel the baby flutter around inside shortly after.”

  OhmyfuckingGod!

  I’m having this kid way sooner than I thought. Crap, I have so much I have to do to get ready. I must not have heard her correctly. “I’m sorry, did you just say four and a half months?”

  She nods excitedly. “Yes, I did.” She smiles.

  “Wow, that’s a total game changer. Okay. Yes, please tell me what my baby is.”

  She does a little shoulder shake thingy and claps her hands. “Yaay! I love this part. Okay, this little area here is a wee-wee. You, my dear, are having a little boy. And, wait a second… You hear that? That really fast thumping noise is his tiny heart beating. It’s beating strong and fast, which is exactly what we want. ”

  I lose it and start to bawl. I’m so happy and nervous and just a complete wreck right now. I can’t believe that little thing on the screen is my little guy inside my stomach right this minute. And his heart beats so freaking fast.

  “It’s okay; everyone gets emotional at this part. I’ll print you some pictures and burn it on a disc that you can take with you. Then you’ll always remember this visit.”

  I just nod and mumble okay and continue to silently cry. I thank her about thirty times and make my way out of the exam room. Then I set up my follow-up appointment in four weeks and promise to call if I have any issues or questions before then.

  I drive back to the apartment, my mind racing the entire way. I absolutely can’t believe it. Doing the math, four and a half months makes this baby boy Cain’s baby. That’s right around the time we stopped using condoms and started using just birth control pills.

  This is insane. I never would’ve expected this in a million years. The pill has like a ninety-seven percent success rate or something crazy. I guess it was just meant to be if it still happened.

  I wonder what he’ll say. Thank God, I can tell Cameron it’s not his baby now.

  As soon as I pull into the parking lot I text Cameron before I even get out of the car. The poor guy, I put him through hell and it’s not even his baby. He should be happy now that he got what he wanted.

  I am so happy this is not his baby. At this point, I don’t want to talk to him ever again. He gets to wait to be a father and not be forced to get married. Hopefully, it makes him open his eyes to what he really wants now.

  Me: I just had my appointment. I’m much further along than I’d expected. I’m four and a half months pregnant. Looks like it happened in Texas before I came here. It’s not your kid, so you’re off the hook.

  I notice Cain’s bike in the parking lot and it makes my tummy do a little flip. That’s right, baby, that’s your daddy. I turn off my phone and walk to the apartment.

  I open the door and am met with the delicious smell of spaghetti. He must’ve gone out to buy stuff for dinner earlier. I find him at the stove and he looks sexy in his sweat pants, T-shirt, and bare feet. He’s perfect.

  “Wow, hot stuff, you should do that wearing only an apron.”

  He turns around and grins his panty-dropping smile at me. It makes me want to jump him. I smirk back and he chuckles. “Ha, you got jokes, huh? You’re the one who should be in here barefoot and cooking. I got stuff for spaghetti for dinner and also got a few new clothes earlier when you were sleeping. I wanted you to go with me, but you looked so exhausted, I let you sleep instead.”

  He comes near, wrapping me in a big hug. I tip my face up to his and his expression changes from joyful to worried. “Hey, baby, what’s up? You look like you were crying. I saw your note, are you feeling sick or something?” He leans down and kisses me softly again and starts rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

  I melt inside; he’s so sweet to me. God, I hope he’s happy and doesn’t take it like Cameron did.

  “I was a little freaked out about something I found out and it made me cry. I’m actually really happy and excited about it. I have to tell you about my appointment I just had.”

  He turns the sauce on low then pulls me to sit next to him on the couch. “Okay, sweet cheeks, shoot.” He takes my hand and sits back to listen to my news.

  Cain

  “Don’t say anything until I’m finished, please, I want you to hear it all,” London pleads and I nod at her to keep going. She has me worried; I hope nothing’s seriously wrong with her.

  “So I had my doctor’s appointment today. Last week I found out I was pregnant and had an ultrasound today so it could tell me how far along I am. I got a huge surprise when the doctor told me I’m four and a half months right now. That means my news involves you, too. I was crying because I’m so happy to hear the baby is yours. I was also crying because I’m extremely nervous as to how you are going to take the news.”

  What? Did I just hear that correctly or did I imagine her telling me she’s pregnant with my child? I blink my eyes a few times and squint at her a little.

  “Fuck, baby, did you just say I’m going to be a daddy? That my baby is in your belly right now? Did I just hear that shit and not imagine it? Please tell me that I’m not losing it. ”

  I had to have heard her wrong. That would be the best damn news I’ve ever gotten. Please be true; please tell me that’s what I just heard. I hold my breath as I wait for her to confirm the words I want to hear.

  She nods and beams a beautiful smile. I lose my breath for a second as I swear my heart skips a beat. Fuck, she’s amazing. How did I get so lucky, not only with her but now with a baby, too?

  “Yes, Cain, you’re going to be a daddy to a little boy. I have pictures, too, that I can show you, if you’d like.”

  I glance around quickly like she has them lying around or something, and she chuckles softly. “Fucking right I want to see pictures of my son. London, this is the best damn news you could’ve ever given me, sweet cheeks. You have no idea how happy you just made me telling the news. Thank you, baby.” I pull her across the couch to my chest and wrap her in my arms securely. “Thank you,” I whisper again as she sniffles. I pull back to see those beautiful irises of hers…they’re full of joy and warmth.

  “Thank God, I was so scared you’d hate me.” She squeezes me tightly, burrowing into my neck.

  “I could never hate you. I might get pissed about stuff, but I’ve never hated you, London. Baby, you’ve had my heart since I was in seventh grade,” I admit.

  She beams at me, and I swear London fucking glows. She’s the mother of my child and is absolutely stunning.

  “About that, well, I have something to admit.” She grins and her cheeks flush a touch.

  “What’s that?”

  “I kind of didn’t need help in sixth grade. I just thought you were really cute. So, I asked for your help all the time. I li
ked it when you’d sit next to me and pay attention to everything I’d say. You can ask Emily; she knows that I thought you were so dreamy.” She giggles and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard; only thing better is when she’s moaning my name.

  “That’s cool. I already told you a while back I had a crush on you, so I guess we were both guilty.” I kiss down the silky smooth skin of her throat. I know it drives her crazy in a good way.

  “You’re gorgeous, sugar tits. I’m very happy you told me about this. I wish I could’ve gone with you to see him, though. Will you show me the pictures of our kid now?”

  I’m fucking giddy inside. I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad. I want her knocked up with like five of my kids.

  Now I get to keep her.

  “Yes, of course.” She jumps up off the couch and grabs her purse. The thing is nearly as big as my backpack. She digs through it for a few seconds then hands me a few sheets of small paper, probably about the size of a normal printed picture.

  I can’t believe my eyes. There’s a small bubble, and that’s my baby smack in the middle. This tiny baby is in her tummy right this moment.

  God, I am so lucky to have her and this. I’m going to do whatever I can to be good to them both. They’ll have everything they need, and I’m going to do my best every day to make them as happy as they make me.

  I wonder what his name will be. “What are we going to call him?”

  “I don’t know. I honestly haven’t thought of any names yet. Is there one you like?”

  I shrug, trying to think of something. “I don’t know, baby. We have plenty of time to figure it out, though, yeah?”

  “Yeah, we do.” She bends over and kisses me on the lips and threads her fingers through my hair.

  I nibble on her bottom lip just enough to entice her and she yanks my hair harder. I pull her down and push her back onto the couch, then slide her yoga pants and panties off. It’s been too long since I had her, even if it was last night.

  “You good, baby? I’m not going to squish you or anything, right?” I’ve got to be careful with her now that she’s got my kid in there.