Baby, Be Mine: Thompson & Sons, Book 2

by Vivian Arend

  Chapter Twelve

  Janey insisted she should be Katy’s primary support during labour, and Gage agreed it made the most sense.

  “She’s your best friend, and you know you’re going to want her around, no matter what.” Gage got a look of approval from Janey for that one.

  The fact his suggestion pissed Simon off pleased him even more. It felt good to jerk the other man’s chain.

  “I don’t need three coaches,” Katy complained. “If Janey comes with me to classes, I’ll be fine.”

  “But I want to be there,” Gage insisted.

  As soon as Simon heard Gage was going, he wanted to come as well. So they were all at the hospital, like one big happy family. Regular classes wouldn’t start until later in the new year, but for some reason the first get-together was now, nearly six months before Katy’s expected D-Day.

  Which meant Gage had to play nice. He did his best to ignore Simon, but the other man was right there in his face all the time. Deliberate, too. Gage saw it. The subtle glances as Simon assessed when would be the best moment to step in and cut off Gage and Janey.

  If it wasn’t for Katy in the middle, Gage would have been tempted to simply drag Simon outside and duct tape him to a fence somewhere.

  “Tonight is a chance for you to meet a few other couples who are expecting their first babies. Along with providing you with nutritional and exercise information, we’ll exchange a phone list so you first-time moms can get some support from others who are in the same situation.” The nurse teaching the session glanced around the room, her smile stuttering when it passed over their mob of four occupying the corner they’d staked out. “Umm. Right. So we’re not worrying about breathing exercises yet, but we have booked a tour of the hospital.”

  Gage followed along as the nurse led them through sign-in procedure, and what documents were needed. She showed them the elevators and the stairs to the obstetrics floor. “In case one of you is running late,” the nurse teased. “With cell phones we find less partners are missing delivery than in the old days, but waiting for the elevator can seem to take forever if you are in a rush.”

  Someone asked about emergency procedures, and the tension in the entire group rose.

  Gage held on tight to Katy’s elbow. He’d wiggled his way past Simon on the last room change—okay, he’d basically shoved himself past the guy to steal the spot at her side. He ignored Simon’s growl of frustration, instead concentrating on Katy.

  He leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. “You’re going to do fine, having the baby.”

  She squeezed his arm. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have to push a football out through your private parts.”

  The urge to cover his groin hit hard and fast. “No, thank God.”

  A loud snort of amusement escaped her, and she hid her face against him as the entire class swung to look at them, distracted from the serious discussion about C-sections and epidurals.

  Their guide opened a door and gestured the class into a new space. “And these are the birthing rooms. Chances are you’ll spend more time walking the hallways or at home than here, but we’re pleased to have renovated these recently. You can see you have a private space with a shower and an easy chair for whoever is supporting you to rest, if needed.” Another glance back at the convoy from the nurse, as if she was wondering how they were going to deal with all those bodies in the room.

  Gage had his fingers crossed that by the time June arrived, Simon would be out of the picture.

  “The bed adjusts in height and angle, so once you’re ready to push, we simply slip these stirrups into position…” she demonstrated, picking up a set of poster boards from the bed as she turned back to the class, “…and we’re all ready to go. Here’s what point you’ll be at when you are ready for actual delivery.”

  Maybe he was a prude, but the picture the nurse held was not something he wanted to look at in public. Definitely not in a mixed group. Gage had watched porn, and seen his share of pussies up close and personal, but staring at some woman he didn’t know with a baby right there?

  “Oh, God, someone help.”

  Gage glanced to the right to discover Simon’s face had gone totally white, the man wavering on his feet as Janey attempted to keep him vertical. Tempting as it was to ignore the call for assistance, Gage stepped forward and caught Simon before the man folded to the ground in a dead faint.

  “Relax, everyone.” The nurse put down the picture and gestured everyone out of the room. “Let’s give him some air. Head to the right and we’ll visit the nursery.”

  She paused beside Simon who sat on the floor with his head between his knees. “Are you okay here for a bit?”

  Gage couldn’t resist, even though this might get him killed. “Janey can stay with him until he recovers,” he suggested.

  Janey made a hideous face at him behind the nurse’s back. “Sure, why don’t you all go ahead, and we’ll catch up.”

  He owed her big-time, but totally took advantage as he guided Katy down the hall. They stopped in front of the glass windows looking in on the few babies sleeping in the maternity ward. The nurse did her little spiel about the area, and the class moved on, but Katy remained motionless, just staring.

  “You okay?” Gage cradled her close, more interested in her reactions than looking at some strangers’ babies.

  She didn’t say anything for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah.”

  Only she was quiet the entire trip back to her house. He stoked the fire while she changed into a pair of soft sweatpants with a loose T-shirt. He sat on the couch, and when Katy crawled next to him and cuddled up, something inside dared to come alive.

  She leaned against his chest as she stared into the fire. “I really miss my mom.”

  Gage worked to keep his breathing even, relishing the contact between them. “Meg was a terrific lady, and a great mom. You’re going to be just like her. You are like her.”

  Katy tilted her head back, dark brown eyes capturing him and not letting him go. “I hope so. Even a little, because she left a mark on me. I wish she was here for this.” She laid her hand on her belly. She had a tiny little swell, barely there.

  Gage couldn’t stop himself. His hand joined hers, linking their fingers and putting the warmth of her belly against his knuckles. “She’d be proud of you. I know she would be.”

  “Even though I’m knocked up?” Only she smiled, softening the words. “Yeah, I think Mom would be okay with it, though it’s a little unorthodox. She loved all kids.”

  “I know. I got to have some of that love directed my way as well.” Gage paused. “She filled a hole in my heart I’d had ever since my own mom died.”

  Katy stilled, gaze darting over his face. “You never talked about your folks.”

  Gage shook his head. “It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss. And even as a kid I knew what the rumour mill would do with the story.”

  A line folded between her brows. “Something bad happen, Gage?”

  He kissed her temple. “It’s not something to talk about at the end of a long day.”

  She shook her head. “Important things need to be shared, though.”

  It was damn near impossible to get the words out, no matter how right she was. This was important, and he had to tell her, and soon, but his old fears came to the surface. What if he shared and that made the entire house of cards fall down around him?

  Only telling her had to happen, and now would be better than later. The quiet intimacy of the moment, plus her honesty regarding her mother loosened his lips. “It’s a bit of a nightmare. My dad was a long-haul trucker while Mom stayed home with me. He’d been out on a hunting trip with some friends and came home to discover her in the process of packing. Straight-out announced she wanted a divorce. She’d found someone else.”

  Katy’s eyes widened. “Oh. Not good.”

  “Not good at all.” How much should he share? “My father didn’t believe her at first, but she insisted. Guess she�
�d found out he wasn’t being faithful either, but the two of them screaming at each other on the front lawn was the first time I knew anything.”

  “How old were you?”

  Gage took a deep breath. “Twelve. Old enough to understand what they were screaming about. Old enough that I knew it was getting ugly.”

  She squeezed his fingers, but didn’t say anything.

  One slow exhale let him continue. “He didn’t want her to go. I don’t know if it was because he was jealous or what, but he kept begging her not to leave. She just kept shoving bags into the car.”

  Katy wasn’t breathing.

  Gage stared at the fire. “It might have turned out okay. I mean, horrid and terrible and everything else, but she told me to get in the car, and that’s when he lost it. Said she wasn’t taking his son from him as well.”

  “Oh no.”

  Gage pulled in his courage and looked Katy in the eye. “My mom told him I wasn’t his son. She’d gotten pregnant when he was on a run one time, and my early arrival was an excuse. I was another man’s son, and she was damn well taking me with her.”

  Silence. Katy’s lips were pinched together tightly, her usually glowing skin gone white.

  Yeah. Pretty much explained a lot of things.

  Gage had to look away from her clear gaze. Had to finish—not all of it, but at least the next part of the story. “He went a little crazy. Started hitting her, and by the time he was stopped, she’d been hurt so bad she died a couple days later.”

  Katy curled her fingers around his back as she leaned in and hugged him, as if attempting to comfort the child he’d been. “And you ended up in foster care.”

  She was shaking, and he couldn’t bear to tell her the rest. Instead he buried his guilt and stroked her hair, the softness soothing him deep inside. “Yeah. It wasn’t that bad. There are a lot of good people who take in kids. Only by that age I wasn’t as cute, and there are less people who want teens, so I got moved around a bit.”

  Less people who wanted to deal with the aftermath of a twelve-year-old who had been through what he’d seen.

  What he’d done.

  Katy pulled back, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad you ended up in Rocky.”

  Her warm palm cupped his face, and she leaned in slowly to kiss him. Not a sympathy move, but highlighting the growing connection between them. Giving a touch of herself in offering, expecting something from him in return.

  What he gave her was control. Instead of turning the softness into a ravishing, he kept his hands from roaming and concentrated on kissing her. At least he did until she caught his fingers and tugged. Pressed his palm against her breast and held it there.

  She had nothing on under the T-shirt, and her nipple tightened, poking his palm as their lips continued to meet. He went with it, stroking gently, cupping the full round and teasing her nipple with his thumb until she arched toward him.

  God, the noises she made as he kissed his way down her neck. He twisted her against the couch and jerked up her shirt, exposing her breasts.

  Exploring all her soft skin was not a hardship. The only thing hard was his cock, imprisoned behind his jeans where he fully intended on keeping it for another night.

  This was about touching Katy. Seeing the changes in her body since the last time they’d been together. Delighting in the opportunity to be with her physically.

  Making memories.

  He kissed the top of her soft curves held in his hand, pausing to glance into her eyes. Katy’s mouth hung slightly open as her breathing quickened.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  She smiled, and he dipped his head to kiss her lips quickly before returning to torment her nipple. A lick around the tip, a gentle blow of air until it tightened. Pregnancy gave her skin a flush and increased the size of her breasts.

  “Oh. Oh, careful.”

  He gently rolled the tip with his tongue. “More sensitive.”

  “You’re making me wet without even touching my pussy,” Katy confessed.

  “I’ll pet your pussy later.” As long as she was squirming with pleasure he was doing something right.

  Unexpectedly, Katy took control. She wiggled out of her sweatpants and lay back on the couch, pulling him over her. Only this time she directed his hand over her belly and between her legs.

  Gage smiled against her lips as he stroked the narrow line of elastic. “You’re a lot bolder these days. I like it.”

  “Shut up and kiss me,” Katy demanded, but she was smiling as well.

  The kissing was easy. Nothing soft anymore, he consumed her hungrily. Stroked and tasted and took in every one of her gasps and moans like a symphony of lust.

  At the same time he slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, forcing the fabric to one side so he could ease between her folds into slick wetness.

  “Oh, yes.” Katy pressed up into his hand.

  “Eager.” He wasn’t going to wait. But slow was good for another reason—this time to bring her to the point of maximum pleasure. One finger parted her carefully, easing inside her tight passage. His thumb centered over her clit with gentle pressure as Katy clutched his head and pulled him back far enough she could stare into his eyes.

  A second finger joined the first. Her face registered the additional pressure, and she widened her legs. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and her breathing sped up as he moved a little quicker, fingertips curled slightly to find the spot he wanted. Again and again he thrust into her, checking her response, loving how she accepted the pleasure and soaked it in. Embraced it, and with one swoop, exploded in climax, her body squeezing his fingers tightly as her eyes closed.

  “Gage.”

  “Hmm, nice.” He slowed his touch. Took her down easily as her body continued to shake from her orgasm. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

  She melted onto the couch, boneless relaxation overtaking her. “No pictures, okay? I think I can remember this happened, in all its Technicolor glory.”

  Gage laughed then kissed her. Eased back as she sat up.

  “What now?” Katy asked, all flushed and warm.

  “Now you get dressed, and I’ll tuck you into bed.”

  It obviously wasn’t what she expected to hear. Katy damn near pouted. “Alone?”

  He nodded. “This time.”

  “When is next time? Soon?”

  His body ached. “Very soon, but this is about more than sex, Katy. We’re memory making. Finding out more about each other. Let’s not rush too fast.”

  “Uh-uh. You said soon. So, while yes to those other things, I think soon should mean soon. Promise?” Katy pulled her clothing back into line as ordered, but she still looked wonderfully near ravished as she stumbled to her feet.

  He shot upward to steady her. Anticipation of growing closer in so many ways thrilled him more than he could say.

  “I promise.” When she was ready, he would be as well. Oh, hell yeah.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She’d figured it out. Gage was determined to drive her crazy. Either that or he’d been taken over by aliens, and the body snatchers had forgotten to program the clone for sex.

  No, that wasn’t right. Katy was still getting orgasms, lots of them, delivered in a timely and most enthusiastic fashion on a regular basis. The man’s tongue should be enshrined—when it came to going down on her, he was talented and thorough enough she couldn’t walk afterward.

  Actual sex was the issue. Sex hadn’t yet happened, and after three weeks of exploring lots of other pleasurable activities, Katy was more than eager.

  She was pissed.

  On the nonsexual side, her unsatisfied libido had her directing frustrated energy into a variety of art projects. She couldn’t seem to stop herself. The fight with numbers had turned into an addiction with creativity. As the baby growing inside started to make itself more apparent, her interest in things she had never tried before continued. Her brothers ha
d been thrilled at the suggestion of getting her gift cards from craft shops for Christmas. After a few enthusiastic shopping sprees, she had knitting projects started, and a quilt. She’d bought coloured pencils and art pads for her doodles.

  The last trip to the store had ended with her buying an assortment of Play-Doh and clay that she was itching to dive into. Around the house new hobbies lay scattered on all available surfaces.

  The phone rang, pulling her from her current art project. She checked the call display and sighed her frustration before answering.

  “Simon. What’s up?” And it had better not be another invitation for a date.

  He chuckled. This annoying, grating sound. “Got a present for you, sugar. Just making sure you’re home so I can bring it over.”

  Katy leaned on the wall by the kitchen and fought to keep her voice level. “I don’t need any more presents, Simon. Please, stop trying to buy your way into my affections.”

  He’d bailed out of the prenatal experience after that disastrous first day, but for the rest, he just wouldn’t give up. He called. He dropped in. She was polite each time she turned him down, but he kept on coming like some crazy Red Bull-fueled boyfriend from hell.

  “You don’t mean that, I know you don’t.”

  “Oh, yes, I’m sure I do. Gage and I are happy”—happy enough except for the fact she was going to kill him if he didn’t get a move on—“and I need you to wait until we know more in terms of the baby.”

  “I think you need a little more convincing, is all,” Simon insisted. “We were good together, and we need to be together.”

  “You should stop calling me.” The doorbell rang, and Katy turned to answer it. “We are not getting together.”

  The man didn’t give up. “Who’s at the door? Is it Gage? You shouldn’t be with him. I swear he’s dangerous.”

  Katy peeked outside to discover Gage waiting for her. “He’s not dangerous, and you’re getting annoying. I have to go. I’ll be in touch if I need anything.”

  “I’ll—”

  She hung up on Simon and pulled the door open for Gage. How the man managed to make a winter coat and toque look sexy was damn unfair. “Hi.”