“Maybe you should start going commando all the time.” I can only smirk. Just the thought of it grabs my pecker by the head. She grabs a razor and some soap.
“Now, go, I need to clean up,” she snips and looks down to where my eager organ peeps out from where he’s lifting my shirt before she adds, “Alone.” My face drops.
“You order some food and keep the bed warm.” I can do that. I take off my shirt and slip buck-naked under the covers, leaning back.
“Mew.” Apparently, I haven’t seen the little kitten sleeping on the pillow. A puffed-up ball of black fur peers at me with angry green eyes.
I scoop up the cat and hold him to my chest in apology as I switch on the television.
Animal Planet.
And as if sitting here with a twisted hardon waiting for a girl to shave her legs, is not bad enough on its own, they show the mating rituals of … cats.
Doom sits up and pays attention as if he’s following every word the person is saying.
‘If a female cat in heat has access to an intact male, the chances she’ll become pregnant are high! First, they’ll engage in some flirting behavior which can last several hours. After the courtship, the female will assume a crouched position with her tail to one side. If she’s not quite ready to be mated, she’ll let the male know in no uncertain terms.’
“Looks like all females are alike, no matter the species,” I inform the cat.
‘But if she allows a willing tom, he will put his front feet on either side of her, take a hold of her neck with his teeth, and enter her with his penis and ejaculate. The penis entering the vagina will induce ovulation. The penis has barbs on it and may cause pain when it’s withdrawn.’
“Fucking hell. Maybe it’s a good thing they took your balls, pal.”
“Mew.” It’s the saddest little sound I’ve ever heard and I pick him up and cuddle him against my chest.
I’m pretty glad I don’t have spikes on my ding-dong. Very fucking glad.
‘The female will scream, hiss, and move away, swatting aggressively at the male cat. If cat mating is interrupted, cats can get aggressive so once the mating process has started, leave them well alone.
I think of the brothers at the door earlier. Serves them right. No one likes being interrupted.
‘The cats may mate again to ensure that ovulation has been induced. The female may also mate with other males during her fertile period so subsequent kittens may have more than one father.’
“That’s what happens when you fuck without a rubber,” I joke. “I bet she will trick the richest Tommy into paying child support, poor sucker.” I scratch Doom’s head. A thought of Mel having babies with some other dick jumps to mind and it alone tears my heart. One day she’s going to have my babies … only mine.
Time to change the channel. And I land on … Titanic – the gayest movie ever.
“What a load of bull,” I say when the iconic scene floods the screen. “Can you imagine ever doing something as fanny as that?” I ask the cat.
“Mew,” Doom agrees from where he settled on my chest.
“Why?” Mel chuckles while leaning against the bathroom doorframe, wearing nothing but skin.
“Would it threaten your manhood?” I look down. I have a boner for the record books lifting up the sheet.
“Oh, my manhood is just fine.” She stares at the billowing sheet with adoringly big puppy-dog eyes and lick her lips. I’m going to make her scream and hiss and meow and purr all night long.
Date = 21 January
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)
POV – Melaena
At week 8, your baby is about the size of a kidney bean. Hands and feet are forming tiny fingers and toes, and those arms are able to flex at the elbows and wrists. At this point, eyes begin to develop pigment, and genitals are forming too, although it’s still too soon to know whether you’re expecting a boy or a girl.
Is that what’s in my tummy, a little bean with Damion’s DNA in its system? The repercussions of … passion, love, forever? How did an intelligent girl like me walk into this situation? Can I blame ignorance, innocence, or maybe stupidity?
Damion made it pretty clear that he doesn’t want a baby and isn’t ready to be a father. On more than one occasion.
But I’m hoping he might come around. At least he said he loved me … that’s something. So maybe after the initial shock wears down, he will love the little bean too.
Kiara puts her head on my shoulder, her voice against my ear while she reads on – but I’m not hearing a word.
Since the first positive test – I did a few more all with the same result – I’ve been overthinking what I should do. To stipulate this situation, I’m pregnant by one of the most famous superstars in the world, and if this leaks out … it’s going to be chaos.
The oppressed press will definitely have a field day … his reputation, fame, popularity … all of it will come under the spotlight. I will come under the spotlight. However, that’s not what bothers me the most … yes, my family will kill us, and his family might be disappointed… but the real reason I’m hesitant is because I fear for my baby’s safety.
There are D and Chloe … both who are bat-shit crazy. What if one of them … or both of them … flip and kill me and my baby? I’ve watched enough seasons of Criminal Minds to know that my baby might just be a trigger for a deranged stalker to commit a spree of murders. And both D and Chloe are loony enough to go off the rails like that.
So I’m still keeping it from everybody except Kiara. But I am planning to tell Damion tonight.
It’s not that I want to lie to him, I just want to be sure. In my defense, I was going to Rome to tell him, but after Dean’s reaction thinking that Chloe was pregnant, I lost my nerve.
I almost had a freaking heart attack when Dean complained about – and I quote – ‘sitting with a fucking pregnant girl’ – unquote.
I was sure he was referring to me, that the cat was out of the bag! Ship, I almost fainted – and the way I clung to the wall would have made any spider jealous.
So first I NEED to make sure, like in 150% before spilling the beans to anybody – pun intended. And with Dean acting like he did, I’m now 200% sure I’m doing the right thing by keeping the bean a secret.
I stare at the picture of an eight-week-old fetus in the magazine. I am now responsible for that tiny human in my tummy. I need to make the right decisions.
“So,” Kiara rips, “Mind telling me what’s milling around in that brain of yours?”
“I’m strongly considering moving to some remote little country that doesn’t have MotoGP races so they don’t know who Damion frickin Grimm is.”
“Oh, yeah … and where on earth will you find such a country?”
“Eh … some place like … eh … South Africa for instance. Just think, my kid can grow up surrounded by monkeys and giraffes and stuff.” Yeah, the thought of running away has crossed my mind. A place with no D and Chloe will be heaven on earth. And Jackson has some very nice places everywhere in the world – even South Africa.