I watched her, praying to god that I would one day be shedding those same exact tears of joy for my son one day. My poor daughter didn’t stand a chance on getting married with Ocean as her father, but I would do everything I could to help her out. I could only imagine how strict he would be with her.
Oh my god! Was I really standing here thinking about my children?
I can barely believe I’m pregnant. Not even with the changes my body already has started to undergo-the emotions and hunger constantly stalking me-could I believe this was really and truly happening.
Once they were finished, Layla rushed over to them, hugging onto them tightly as she cried and praised them both.
Ocean’s father came to us with tears in his eyes. “Son, I’m proud of you. Livie, I am extremely proud of you for coming back to us all. I love the both of you very much. Anything, and I mean anything, you two need from me, it is yours. I will be here for you until this old man goes upstairs. Ocean, treat this woman like the queen she is. Livie, keep the king you have in line, he can be a handful but I’m sure you’ve been made aware of that.”
I laughed as he gave Ocean the authoritative eye only a good father can give. I would know and I can remember.
“Don’t worry dad, I think I have him under control.” More tears escaped from his eyes as I recalled the way I just referred to him as my dad.
Ocean hugged his father as they exchanged words and then Layla came to love us up; sharing her words of wisdom, acceptance, and support.
As soon as most of the congratulations and hugs were out of the way, I had to interrupt the moment. I cleared my throat loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “I’m sorry to interrupt the warm and fuzzies, but I have two extremely famished babies growing inside of me. CAN I EAT NOW?”
The room erupted into fits of laughter as Ocean carried me away to the kitchen were THANK GOD a buffet of breakfast was awaiting. My mouth salivated as I eyed the food.
Ocean was wiping his tears away from the laughter still attacking his system. He lifted me up onto the counter to sit as he prepared my plate and a tall glass of orange juice for me. He handed me my plate full of waffles, sausage, bacon, eggs, biscuits, and tiny blueberry muffins my favorite. Kissing my forehead as I dug into my breakfast, he chuckled.
“Baby, Law and I have to hit the studio today. You and Blue don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. Since this is your wedding day and all.”
I looked him up and down in his tux, feeling the heat rush throughout my veins. Breakfast…what breakfast? Why eat when I had Ocean…all of him. “So…husband…”
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“What if I told you I wanted that tux off of you like ten minutes ago and you inside of me, right here and now?”
The shocked expression on his face from what I said quickly turned into a mischievous grin on his cool features. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto the counter next to me as he loosened up his bow tie and then unbuttoning his pressed white dress shirt.
He was watching my face, waiting for me to back out of my dare but I did not intend to do so…not this time.
His grin turned wicked as he continued to undress. He grabbed his clothes once he was completely naked and tossed them to the open doorway leading to the living room. When his clothes hit the wall cheers and hollers erupted from the living room, especially from Law and Dulce.
I pulled off my tank top, exposing my hot and heavy breasts as he pulled down my sweat pants while pulling my body to the edge of the counter to meet his.
“You going through with this because I’m going to make you scream the alphabet out for everyone to hear. If you mess up, I’ll make you start all over again. I’m taking you to school baby.”
I grabbed him squeezing his hot cock in my hand, leading my monster to its cave. “A, B, C…”
The rest was history, I never made it to the letter Z. Once I got to O, he wouldn’t let me say anything else other than his name.
Chapter Eleven
Livie
I have to admit that after what Ocean did to me in the kitchen, a catnap was definitely in order.
When I opened my eyes for the second time today, it was a little before noon. There was a note on my pillow from Dulce, saying she had to go downtown and was headed to the studio afterwards. I was home alone for the first time in forever. It felt weird and I felt unpredictable. As if I paid too much attention to the fact that I was home alone, I was going to do something bad.
I shook my head, getting up from the bed and making it up all extra neat to occupy my mind. Once the bed was made, I turned on my iPod to my Farruko station. His Reggaeton-style was so provocative and soothing to me it was all I listened to lately.
I made my way to the bathroom to enjoy a long hot shower. I took my time washing my hair and rubbing my scalp clean, washing my body gently and thoroughly. When I got to my lady parts, I was reminded that I needed to get a much needed wax. It wasn’t that bad, I mean you could barely see or feel any hair but I could feel it growing in and that was not cool. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to and one that I would never get used to if I could help it.
I wonder how the hell I was supposed to deal with this when I was as big as the Goodyear blimp?! I also had to figure out a way to do it without Ocean the barbarian trailing behind me. I’m surprised he wasn’t here yet or maybe Dulce hadn’t made it to the studio yet.
Oh well…
I finished my shower in peace, keeping my mind occupied with thoughts of Ocean and the fact that we had to make it to the Clerk of Courts, probably on Monday knowing Ocean, to get our marriage license.
I brushed my teeth and combed through my hair one last time before I dried myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. Taking in the new appearance of my body I looked at the new veins showing on my breasts, the puffiness of my lips, and my little baby bulge.
This was it. I was no longer the single, sheltered, in hiding Livie I once was not that long ago. Today I was the somewhat matured, newly married, and newly pregnant Livie Marie Hawthorne.
Oh my God! I AM OFFICIALLY LIVIE MARIE HAWTHORNE!
I pulled the bathroom door open, having the need to run around the condo naked and screaming my newly wedded name. I was about to do just that when I see Ocean sitting on the end of our bed. In nothing but his basketball shorts and socks, my muscles that resided down under tightened from looking at his hard chest and broad shoulders.
“You look surprised baby. That was a long ass shower. Mind sharing what you were doing in there for so long?”
I dropped the towel I had bunched in my hand to the tile floor. “I was just taking my time, admiring my new pregnant body.” I said giving him an innocent wink. “Is everything okay?” I asked, making my way to the closet.
I knew Ocean loved my body and he hated when I shied away from him in any way, considering the amount of time we spend naked with each other, but this was different. I wasn’t just trying to hide an old scar, I was pregnant! My body was changing in ways I didn’t even fully understand yet. So sue me for actually wanting to be a little modest nowadays.
I walked quickly into the closet to hide from his eyes, but my relief was short lived when he appeared at the walk-in closets opened double doors.
“So, now you’re hiding from me?”
“You are one perceptive man. Did you know that Mr. Hawthorne?”
“Well considering you are Mrs. Hawthorne now, I say I know my wife pretty damn well. I know when she’s hiding her sexy little body from me. And I know I don’t like it.”
I turned to look at him as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his shoulder against the inner wall of the closet. I looked him up and down, getting annoyed by his perfect physic that only got more defined and cut with each day in the studio. I would no longer have that luxury of keeping my body tight and perfect; the way I always worked so hard for.
“Easy for you to say, tiger. You still look like a freaking Greek god, son of Zeus
! I am pregnant Ocean. My boobs are swollen and I have visible veins on them now. My belly is no longer flat; which I’m having a hard time getting accustomed to even though I think it’s the cutest thing ever. And how the hell am I supposed to give myself a wax once I can’t see past my tits? I am not sporting the natural bush I see on Bringing Home Baby! I won’t do it!”
I was waiting for a smart-ass remark or sarcastic comment from him, but he only listened. After a beat of stillness and strong tension between us, he broke the silence. “Liv, no way are you going to get that pussy waxed by anyone other than me. Teach me how to do it and I’ll do it for you.” There was the smart remark of course he would do it for me!
“You’re kidding me right? That’s just not cool. I’ll do it until I can’t do it any longer and once I can’t as long as my doctor says I can have it done, I’m going to a tanning salon to get it done. No big deal, but you are NOT taking over my waxes.” I waited for his rebuttal but got a smile from his angelic face instead.
“Whatever you say, baby. I came to see if you wanted to come in today and hang out or just be alone, you know, with your changing body and shit.”
Ignoring Ocean’s rude ass comment, I walked towards the end of the closet to my gym sweats neatly folded on the wall rack. I hadn’t gained any weight per say, but my little potbelly wasn’t going anywhere and I refused to squeeze myself into tight pants just for the looks of fashion. “I want to come in and then go shopping later. I need...” I wasn’t about to say maternity clothes even though the word was on the tip of my tongue.
Instead, I bit my tongue to not say anything further. I pulled out a sports bra and top out from the drawers, a pair of lacey boy short panties, ankle socks and quickly dressed. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail, put on deodorant, perfume, and finally stepped into my Nike high tops. I spun around with an exaggerated turn and switch of the hips to get my approval from Ocean.
He laughed, giving me thumbs up as expected. Taking my hand, he led me quietly to our front door where he paused, turning around to face me. His whiskey colored eyes studied my face with a puzzled but equally intense expression on his face. His hands left my mine finding my hips.
I placed my hands on his hard pecks, feeling the calm and steady heart beat giving life to the man I loved. With his hands on my hips, he maneuvered me up against the door. I fought to keep my breathing even, regardless of the shockwaves of want and need that stormed violently within my veins.
His head came down slowly while I waited in anticipation. He grazed his lips with mine, bypassing them heading for his sweet spot on my neck. When his lips made contact with his spot, a stream of heat injected itself into my veins coming directly from his lips. He didn’t have to kiss me, lick me or even bite me to create this reaction from me. All it always took were his lips finding their way home.
“Livie Marie Hawthorne?”
I closed my eyes letting his power entrap me. “Hmm…” the only sound my body could make in response to his deep voice vibrating against my neck and collarbone.
“Do not hide from me. Pregnant or not, I want to see you always; I don’t care how you feel about yourself inside. I will love you in all stages of your pregnancy and after just as much; even harder than the day before. You understand me Livie?”
I wanted to punch him for saying my name the way he was. He was calling me Livie and he only called me by my name when he was livid with me. Right now however, I listened to his warning and accepted it because he said it for a reason.
Ocean’s warnings were serious and never something I could tip toe around because he was too watchful and too knowing of me and how I thought.
“Yes Ocean, I understand.” I said, digging my fingertips into the flesh of his chest.
He stayed glued to my throat a little while longer, inhaling me before he pulled away. He moved his face back looking me over, studying me again. This time his eyes were content with what he was seeing and not threatened by my need to hide myself from him. His hands left my hips and I felt a little empty. Taking my hand again, Ocean led me out of the condo in silence.
In the car, he turns to me as he reverses and throws my new baby into first gear so hard I moan out load while tightening my pussy. Only a man like Ocean can make me come just by driving the way he does, especially in a six speed.
“Twizzlers and chocolate covered raisins or lunch?”
I turn to him shyly as he looks at me with an amused look on his face. His eyes fall to my lap where my hand is nestled in between my legs.
“All three!”
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Completely stuffed from my lunch-dinner from Bahama Breeze, I walked into the studio with my Twizzlers and chocolate covered raisins in hand.
We picked up food for Dulce and Law as well as the guys in training. I took the food to the kitchen where I found Law talking on the phone in a hushed tone. Not cool with me, especially after he quickly said his goodbye and hung up as I set the food on the counter he was leaning on.
I turned to him, raising my eyebrows at him. If I couldn’t keep secrets from him, then neither could he. “Do we need to take this conversation into your office?”
“Damn mom. You don’t miss a beat, do you?”
I frowned at him and his lame joke. He could have done better than that and now I was worried.
“Fine, close the door and I’ll tell you before Ocean barges in here.”
I skipped to the door, considering locking it but change my mind. Ocean would only kick the damn door down. I stood next to him as I took the food out of the carry-out bags to set it up for the crew. “So what’s going on?”
Law continued to help me by taking the bags and pulling out the reusable utensils and plates we use frequently around here as we all eat together when we can. Ocean and Law’s clients weren’t just their clients, they were more like extended family and we treated them as such.
“Sunshine, I’m stumped. My mom’s been calling me about Ocean’s mom. She keeps showing up at the hospital to see her, not leaving until she checks Stormie number two out. My mom says every time she comes in with her, the baby’s crying her lungs out and the only thing that Sabrina is worried about is the fact that this baby is nothing like Stormie, aka the deceased cousin of mine that we can’t mourn properly because this witch is just fucking with everyone’s heads. I don’t know if I should tell Ocean or not.”
The kitchen door clicked shut and we both spin around to see Ocean looking at us like he just caught me giving his cousin a fucking blow job. It was just a conversation! A G-rated one for heaven’s sake!
“Don’t know if you should tell me what?”
I stepped forward to make my way over to him, needing to feel his skin against mine in the efforts to calm him down, but Law put his arm in front of my chest holding me back. I pushed at his arm but he didn’t’ budge. I looked at his face and then to Ocean’s.
Ocean looked about ready to bust a blood vessel. “Law, get your arm away from Livie now!” his voice was deep and uncontrolled.
I gave one last push to his arm as he pulled it away.
“See? That right there is why I am not telling you a damn thing! Can I not have a freaking conversation with Sunshine without you wanting to cut my head off and stuff it in the fucking freezer?”
Ocean closed the distance, standing next to me pulling me away from the counter and towards the door. “I’ll ask you again Law, what is it that you don’t want to tell me? If it has something to do with Liv, just say it. If not, I’ll get it out of her later if you don’t want to tell me. If it has anything to do with Sabrina, save it because I don’t want to hear it and that includes her daughter. Now if it has something to do with me and you, I suggest you tell me now because that, I sure as hell, want to hear.”
“You can’t stand here and tell me you don’t give two shits about that poor baby Sabrina brought into her fucked up world? She’s suffering and we need to help!”
Ocean uncrosses his arms, walking towards the door.
“I told you, if it has something to do with Sabrina or her daughter SAVE IT!” he storms out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him.
I look at the door then back to Law. “Can you please explain to me why the hell you just pissed off a brewing volcano? You didn’t have to do that Law.”
“Please Sunshine, he walks around here like he’s got his shit under control when he’s just as fucked as I am. You think every time I look at Blue, who is now my beautiful wife, I don’t think about hunting down her step-dad and that fucking loser and kill em both point blank. You think every time she closes her eyes while lying on my chest at night, I don’t pray to god until I can’t think straight that he hears her prayers and mine to bless her with what she wants most? I know she wants to give me what she thinks she can’t. Hell, we have an appointment with a fertility specialist next week to go over our options and to actually find out what kind of damage she has, if any. I’m about to fucking erupt but you don’t see me acting like a rabid animal, do you?”
I watched his eyes as he looked me over with his watering eyes as they rested on my stomach.
“All I know is that we have to help that baby even if Ocean hates it and we need to stick together. Sunshine, I don’t know if I can fix this and I so desperately want to fix this.”
I pulled Law into a hug, holding him tight. I had no words for him because no matter what I said, it wouldn’t be enough or even close to the right words to say. When I pulled away, I wiped the tear slowly running down his cheek.
“You’ve got me, Law. I will do any and everything you ask of me to help you fix this.”
The door opened again and Santi stood in the doorway. He started to pull the door shut, but Law called him in to eat.
I gave Law one last hug before I left the kitchen to hunt down my combustible volcano man.
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