He abruptly stood, taking me with him. Lifting me up like I weighed nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist. Walking us back to his room.
“I like to be outside, feel the sun, the breeze, the air all around me. It’s what I like to do other than surfing,” I answered his question from earlier in between kissing his face. “What about you? What’s your favorite thing to do?”
He kicked the door shut behind him, laying me down on the bed and hovered above me. Looking deep into my eyes, he said, “You, Mia. Bein’ with you is my favorite fuckin’ thing to do.”
And with that, he handed me the key to the new house that he bought for us, so I would love him more than I already did.
Mia was now in her third trimester, seven months pregnant and popping. It was like baby girl decided to grow double in size in only a few weeks time. I left for a few days and came back to a very pregnant Mia. She was still cute-as-shit, fucking adorable, walking around with this basketball under her shirt, or at least that’s what it looked like to me. Mia was all belly. You couldn’t even tell she was pregnant unless she turned to the side.
The season changed over to fall, and it began to get a little colder outside some days. Her clothes were no longer fitting as comfortably as they were before, and I couldn’t take her shopping to see what fit, so we made due. She just started wearing my sweatshirt or long sleeved shirts. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go or anyone to impress.
She drowned in my clothes, barely being able to tell she was even pregnant anymore. I fucking loved it. Seeing her waddling around, wearing my things. I always made sure I took something with me when I left, so I’d have something to remind me of her since her addicting scent lingered in the fabric. Offering time and time again to try and bring her back some maternity clothes when I left, but she refused, saying my things were perfect. All she wanted was for me to come back home to her safely.
I hated that she started to think of this place as her home. Especially because of the reason she was there in the first place, for the last two months. I let it slide, playing it off when I was around her. Not wanting to add to the grief that I knew she already carried.
“Hey,” Diesel greeted, standing guard outside the safe house. Watching me walk up. “You’re here early.”
I nodded to him. “Why don’t you and Taz take off for a while. Got some business to handle with Mia.”
“Everything alright?”
“I’d tell you if it wasn’t.”
“Alright. We’ll be back later tonight. After dark enough time for you to handle your woman?”
“Should be. I’ll let ya know otherwise if anythin’ changes.”
“Alright. Be gentle, bro.” He winked, nudging my shoulder as he walked away with Taz.
I took a deep breath, standing on the porch, staring at the front door after they left. Trying to gather my thoughts before entering the safe house. This relationship shit was such new territory for me, but I wanted to make Mia happy. She was such an amazing woman and deserved a man who could put his pride and ego aside. Even if it was only for a few hours, just to give her what she obviously craved.
Women always said men were complicated, but they couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. Men were easy—we wanted to be fed and we wanted pussy, that’s it. As long as our woman kept our stomach’s full and our ball’s empty, we were fucking golden. Everything else was just an added bonus.
Women were a fucking paradox of contradictions. Mia’s hormones were all over the place. One minute she was happy and the next she was crying over the stupidest shit, like a commercial on TV or a line she read in one of her books. Her emotions were a roller coaster and I was riding along, holding on for dear fucking life. Sometimes I could barely keep up.
I used to laugh at the brothers when it came to their old ladies. Badass bikers turned into pussy-whipped bitches, and here I was doing whatever it took to make Mia smile. To make her laugh. To make her happy.
To keep her in love with me.
She glanced up from her book when she heard me walk in. “Have I told you how much I love you coming back early?”
I set some bags down on the coffee table and took a seat beside her, pulling her onto my lap. She came effortlessly, straddling my waist, leaving enough room for her growing belly. I grabbed her chin, bringing her pouty lips over to meet mine, kissing her like I hadn’t seen her in months. She moaned, reaching for my belt buckle.
But I caught her wrist at the last second, softly pecking her lips one last time. “Got plenty of time for that later.”
“You’re passing up sex? Creed Jameson, are you feeling okay?” she giggled as she pulled away, sitting up straight. “What’s in there?” she questioned, pointing over her shoulder at the shopping bags. “Your momma make me some more food? Baby girl has been feigning for her apple pie.”
“I bought you a lil’ somethin’.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Grab the gray bag.”
She reached behind her, picking up the lightweight bag, and placed it in between the baby and me. Her eyes glazed over when she pulled out the cream dress.
“Thought of you when I rode past a mannequin, wearin’ it in the window at one of those fancy shops downtown.”
“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to wear it when we can go out some day. Thank you, I love it.”
“Wear it for me.”
“Now?” she asked, confused. Looking around the room.
“Yeah, babe. Go get all dolled up for me.”
She smirked, placing the dress back into the bag. “I can do that.”
I watched her prance out of the living room, waiting till she was out of sight before grabbing the rest of the bags. Getting started on what I had to do. Thinking how fucking perfect Mia was going to look the entire time I was working. She had no clue that I hid makeup in the bottom of the bag, as well. Not that she needed it. She was flawless, naturally beautiful, but I knew she missed all that girly shit. Dressing up in something other than my clothes. Doing her hair and makeup for the first time in months, making her feel somewhat human again.
I spent most of my morning at the department store, trying to figure out what the hell was on the displays. There was too much to choose from. Silently questioning if women really used this much shit on their faces. No wonder it took them so fucking long to get ready. Thank God for the older lady behind the counter, who noticed I was getting frustrated with the endless supply of who the fuck knows what.
Finally, walking out with just the basics.
After spending thirty minutes, getting everything set for Mia, I spent another thirty minutes on the couch, waiting for her to emerge. I knew girls took fucking forever to get ready, but this was getting ridiculous. I waited another twenty minutes. Flipping through some of her gossip magazines she had laying around before I decided to forego this waiting bullshit. Walking back to my bedroom to see what the hold-up was all about, instead.