OUR UNLIKELY BABY_Blacksteel Bandits MC

by Paula Cox

  “It’s about time,” Cain mumbled into the phone.

  “Listen to me, Cain, killing a person, even a Bull, is bad shit. It’s not how we operate.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I get so sick of their shit all the time.”

  “Yeah. Me, too. But we have you, and they don’t, so let ‘em try.”

  Cain grinned at the compliment. “Does that mean I get something extra in my envelope this time?”

  “Fuck no! I like you, but I don’t like you that much,” Thad teased. “Seriously, good job, Cain. You pulled our nuts out of the fire again.”

  “Thanks, Thad,” Cain said, warming with his praise. “I do it for the club.”

  “I know what you mean, brother. We all do. That’s why the Hounds kick ass.”

  Chapter 13

  My eyes flickered open and I lay still, waiting for it to arrive. I knew it would; it always did. I stared at my ceiling a moment and I felt my stomach roll over. Here it comes, I thought as I rolled over, hung my head over the edge of the bed, and puked into the large plastic trashcan I had bought just for this purpose. God, please, why? What did I ever do to deserve this? I heaved again, my sides cramping as I strained to empty my already empty stomach.

  I rolled back over onto my back as I panted and swallowed convulsively, fighting to not heave again. The mornings were the worst. As I lay still, I once again mentally composed my obituary. Alexandria Nicole Bernhardt: born July 22nd, 1988, died September 16th, 2014. Cause of death: terminal morning sickness. I had just completed the cause of death when I rolled over and heaved again into the trash can, spitting and gagging.

  “Fuck that hurts,” I moaned softly as I flopped back into the bed, but at least I was feeling better. I knew from experience that I had about thirty minutes to get up and eat something or the barfs would start all over again.

  I threw the covers back and staggered into the bathroom, taking the trashcan with me. I poured the contents of the can into the toilet, flushed and then filled the plastic container with water from the tub along with a healthy splash of bleach. I then used the toilet myself and rinsed out my mouth before I made my way into the kitchen to make myself a peanut butter sandwich.

  My stomach rebelled and I had to force the sandwich down, but after about half the sandwich had been consumed, my stomach began to settle and I started feeling better. Just one more month to go… I hope, I thought as I took a drink of water to help the gummy sandwich down. That was the only thing keeping me going at this point, the hope that the morning sickness would pass after the first trimester. To be like this for nine months was just too depressing to think about.

  Feeling better, I returned to the bathroom where I dumped the trashcan into the toilet then set it aside. I started the water for the shower, holding my hand under the stream until it ran warm, before I stepped in and began to scrub. I ran my hands over my stomach. I was just beginning to show. While still easily hidden by my clothes, standing naked in the shower I could tell there was something happening down there and I smiled. I wasn’t going to be able to keep this a secret much longer.

  My family and friends knew, but I hadn’t told a soul at work that I was pregnant. I had been frantically looking for a new job, wanting to find one before I told my boss that I had gotten knocked up. I didn’t think he could legally fire me, but he could stuff me in the back room while he built a case against me – not that he needed many more reasons to fire me. I had missed so much work the last three weeks it was embarrassing. I had passed my sickness off as the flu, but that excuse was wearing thin. I would show up at work and everything would be going great until about eleven o’clock. That’s when the upset stomach would hit. Some nights I could get through it, but other nights were terrible. I had tried everything – eating and not eating. I had tried fruit, pasta, peanut butter, all the things that I normally could eat that would help me. Some night it helped, a little, but others, I would puke it up as fast as I could get it down. God it was awful, and it had left me in tears of frustration and misery more than once.

  I shoved the thoughts away. I knew thinking about being sick only served to upset my stomach and bring the on the heaves. Today was my second doctor’s visit and I would talk to the doctor about it and find what she recommended that I do.

  Finished in the shower, I dried myself and returned to my bedroom, setting my barf can beside the bed. I had forgotten to place it there one night, a mistake I won’t make again.

  I dressed in jeans and a comfortable shirt. As I tucked in the shirt, I looked myself over in the mirror. I still had my figure, but there was a thickness about my middle that hadn’t been there before. I smiled as I caressed my baby through the shirt.

  I finished getting ready in the bathroom, putting on a light application of makeup, before I returned to my bedroom. As I slipped on my rings and watch, I saw the four checks from Cain lying on my dresser.

  The latest one had arrived just yesterday. Each neatly typed check in a typed envelope arrived like clockwork on Thursdays. They looked like a business checks, though only Cain’s personal information was on them. I had been shocked at the amount of the checks when they arrived — a thousand dollar each. I hadn’t cashed them, feeling like if I did so, I would be admitting him into my life. I hadn’t spoken to Cain since he left, after I told him he was a father, until Wednesday when he had called me to confirm that he would be here for my doctor’s visit.

  When the first check had arrived, I thought about tearing it up, but then decided that I would just give them back to him the next time I saw him. That way he would know that I didn’t accept them. But since the first check, I had begun to worry that maybe I would have to accept them after all. I had started pricing baby furniture and clothes, along with all the other stuff that comes along with having a child. Suddenly that nice fat savings account I had didn’t seem so fat anymore. Not to mention I worried more and more that my little Mazda MX5 just wasn’t going to be up to the task of being a mom-mobile. I could get the kid in there, but where was I going to put all the… stuff? No wonder moms all drove SUVs and minivans. Babies took up a lot of room... and were expensive!

  I looked at the four checks for a moment then took them and stuffed them into my purse. I would give them back to Cain when I saw him at the doctor’s office. I didn’t have to buy all new stuff. Goodwill and the Salvation Army were probably full of perfectly useable cribs, strollers, and the like, items that I could get for much less than the same stuff would cost new. My mind made up, I grabbed my keys and started for the door.

  ***

  I smiled as I turned into the doctor’s office parking lot and there wasn’t a motorcycle in sight. Those promises of being here for me had lasted only until he actually had to be here. After I parked my car I checked in at the nurses station then turned to the waiting room where I saw him sitting in the corner, his head propped against the wall as if asleep. As I stepped into the room he must have sensed the motion because his eyes opened. He saw me, sat up, and offered me that megawatt smile of his as he moved his helmet from the chair beside him.

  I started to sit somewhere else but most of the chairs were taken and I decided that I didn’t want to make a scene. “You made it,” I said as I took the seat beside him.

  He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. I didn’t want him to do that because it stirred up all kinds of feelings that I didn’t want to have, but to reject him in public would be embarrassing for him and me.

  “I said I would,” he murmured when he pulled back.

  “I didn’t see your bike when I pulled into the parking lot.”

  “I parked at the back. I left at one this morning to allow myself plenty of time. I arrived a little early and I didn’t want to take a space from you expecting moms.”

  “How long have you been here?”

  “About two hours. I would have come to your house, but…well…I thought it would just be easier to meet you here,” he said with a sideways shrug.

  I pursed my lips. I
t was always the same with him. He always made me feel like a selfish shit, even though he didn’t actually say or do anything at all. I opened my purse and pulled out the four checks. “Here. These are yours.”

  He made no move to take him. “No. Those are yours. You are supposed to cash them and put the money into an account in case you need it.”

  “I don’t want your money!” I hissed as quietly as I could. I looked up and the woman across from us smiled at me. I smiled back and tucked the checks away. This wasn’t the time or the place to get into it.

  “Then put it into a savings account for junior. It’s what you agreed to do.”

  “I did not!” I whispered.

  “We’ll talk about it later,” he said as he placed his hand on my arm.

  “There is no later,” I murmured. I would have pulled my arm away, but the woman was watching us and I didn’t want to come across as a complete bitch.

  “There’s always later,” he replied.

  “Alex Bernhardt?” a nurse called before I could answer him.

  We stood and followed the nurse into a room. “Make yourself comfortable. The doctor will be right with you,” she said as she closed the door.

  “Cain,” I said firmly. “I’m not cashing these checks.” I pulled them out and ripped them into four pieces.

  I saw his face harden. He stood up and pulled a wad of cash from his back pocket, took my hand and removed the remains of the checks before he slapped the money into it and squeezed it closed. “I figured you did something like that. So I brought cash.”

  “I’ll leave it in the office,” I threatened as I looked at the roll of one hundred dollar bills. I had never seen so much money in cash before. Not my money anyway.

  “Fine. It’s your money,” he said, his voice cold as ice, daring me to carry out my threat.

  “What is it with you?” I demanded.

  “It’s not me that’s the problem, Alex. It’s you. I’m just trying to help you. But you are so damned hard-headed that you can’t see it.”

  I fumed. It was the same argument as last time. It was always how I was the one being unreasonable. “Fine. I’ll take the money, this time. But stop sending the checks. And this changes nothing. You realize that?”

  “Thank you. I know how you feel, and I have agreed to leave you alone. And I have, haven’t I? But the checks keep coming. That’s the price of my staying away. I want you to cash them. It’s a pain in my ass to have to stop by the bank and get cash every time. Not to mention that those are cashier’s checks. Now I have to inform the bank that the checks have been destroyed so they can refund the money into my account. But if that is how you’re going to play it, then I will just start bringing cash.”

  The door opened and my doctor stepped in. “How are you feeling today, Alex?” she asked.

  I tucked the wad of cash out of sight into my purse. “Fine. The morning sickness is killing me, though.”

  The doctor smiled in sympathy. “Tell me about it, when it happens, and what triggers it.”

  Chapter 14

  “Where do you want to go for lunch?” Cain asked as we waited our turn to pay.

  “Nowhere.”

  We stepped up to the pay window when the woman in front of us moved away. Cain handed her the clipboard with my information on it.

  “It will be twenty-five today,” the pretty woman said behind the desk.

  I was reaching into my purse when Cain laid a pair of bills on the counter.

  “Do you need a receipt?” the girl asked.

  “No. Thank you,” he said as he prodded me along.

  “Why did you do that?” I demanded as we stepped outside.

  “People were waiting.”

  “That’s bullshit. Would you just stop?”

  “Are we going to lunch or are we going to stand out here so you can bitch at me? I haven’t had anything since dinner last night, I have a long ride ahead of me, and I’m hungry.”

  “You’re going back today?”

  “Yeah. Why? Do you want me to stick around just so you can bust my balls some more?”

  The bitterness in his voice stung me. “No.”

  “Okay then. I would like to have lunch with you before I leave, but, if not, just tell me so I can go.”

  I thought about sending him on his way, but I didn’t. He looked exhausted. “No. Lunch first. How about Italian? There is a good place not far from here. If you will leave your bike, you can ride with me.”

  He relaxed a little. “Okay. Thanks, I would like that. Sorry for being so…pissy.”

  ***

  The restaurant was only about fifteen minutes away, and Cain went to sleep in the passenger seat almost as soon as the car started moving. That worried me. I didn’t want him in my life, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see him spread all over the highway either.

  He must be a light sleeper because the moment I jerked the handbrake up he opened his eyes and looked around. “Did I go to sleep?”

  “Yeah. How are you going to get home if you can’t stay awake?” I asked as I opened my door.

  “It’s a lot easier to stay awake on the hog with the wind in your face.”

  We stepped into the little Italian bistro and had our choice of tables. I ordered fettuccine and asked them to go light on the sauce, along with water to drink. Cain went all in with the sampler platter of lasagna, veal parmigiana, manicotti, and ravioli. Just the thought of all that food was enough to make me turn green.

  “No beer? Or wine?” I asked when he completed his order.

  “No. Having a beer as tired as I am, and with as long as a ride as I have, doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

  I nibbled at the bread as we waited, breaking it off in bite sized chunks that I slowly chewed. His answer surprised and confused me. Just like the last time he was in New Orleans, he seemed so…sincere…in his desire to help me and more responsible than I gave him credit for. Why was it that every time he was with me, I was so conflicted?

  “I don’t want to fight about this again, but why aren’t you cashing the checks? I thought we agreed that if you didn’t need the money, you would just put it into a savings account. A college fund or something,” Cain said quietly. “Can’t you give me even that? Do you hate me that much?”

  My lips pulled down into a pout and I poked another piece of bread between my lips. “I don’t hate you, Cain,” I mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

  “Then what? Why won’t you accept my help?”

  “I don’t know. I’m afraid of what might happen if I let you get close.”

  He sighed. “Leaving that for a moment, what has that got to do with accepting my help? Day before yesterday was the first time I had spoken to you in a month. I’m doing as you asked. I’m staying away. Isn’t that enough?”

  “You can’t buy your way into my life, Cain.”

  He said nothing and I finally looked up. His eyes were boring into me. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “No! I’m trying to provide for my child. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  “And you don’t think I can’t do it alone?”

  “Alex…” he said then stopped. “What do you want me to say? Can you do it? Probably. But why do you want to struggle? Is it some pride thing with you? Do you want to scrimp and save and wonder how you are going to pay this month’s rent? Help me to understand, Alex. I want to know.”

  Now it was my turn to sigh. “I can’t explain it, Cain. It’s just a feeling that you are trouble, that if I let you get close to me, to our baby, that something bad will happen.”

  “But I have been staying away. I’m not trying to get close. You’ve made your feelings about me abundantly clear. But I don’t understand why you can’t accept my financial help. That’s all I’m asking for, Alex. Let me help the baby. Don’t deprive him, or her, of the things they need.”

  I looked up at him but had to turn away, unable to hold his eyes with the hope and p
ain I could see there. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, and I meant it. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”

  He took my hand. “Alex, I would like to get to know the mother of my child. And it does hurt that you won’t even give me a chance. But all that I’m asking is that you don’t punish our child. Please. Have you told your boss that you’re pregnant yet?”

  “No. Not yet.”

  “How’s it going at work? Still doing okay?”

  “It’s hard some nights. The smells, they get to me sometimes.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said as he gave my hand a tender squeeze. “Have you had any luck finding anything else?”