“Hello Joss.” Grey. I heard the voice behind and didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was. The wind was literally knocked out of my lungs. “Hey baby girl”. Mick. They were both here. I knew that the second I turned around my secret wouldn’t be so secret anymore. I froze. NO! I am too scared to witness their horrified reaction to the substantial bump in my middle. I pulled my big red Michael Kors hobo bag around the front of me and hugged it to my body. “Turn around. Please.”, Grey’s hand was on my forearm, it sent tingles up my arm and I wanted to, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I can’t take his rejection again.
“I think it’s better if I don’t. I don’t want to see either one of you.” I suck at being brave. Tears filled me eyes and I knew I didn’t sound the least bit convincing. “I have to go. I have an appointment.” I pulled my arm away and scurried towards the elevator. Mick caught up with me and stepped in front of it, grabbing both of my hands in his. I struggled to hold the handbag in front of me with my elbow and keep the tears from falling from my eyes yet again. “Wait. Give us a chance.” Grey blocked my retreat with his body. I felt their heat on boths sides of me and my body reacted instantly. I was in the middle again! How many nights I had dreamed of this moment? How many dozens of double A batteries had I depleted with this fantasy? “Please Joss. Please let me apologize for being a world class asshole to you.”
FUCK. My heart was beating through my chest. I pulled my hands away again, faked right and ducked to the left, running into the ladies room before I wet myself in the hallway. I locked myself in a stall and got my panties down in the knick of time. I sat on the toilet and let the tears and the tinkle flow.
“Any ladies in here other than Joss get the fuck out now. We’re coming in”. Son of a bitch. An older lady washing her hands scampered out quickly. “Sorry ma'am. Emergency”. Leave it to Mick to be polite under these circumstances.
“Baby girl. We’re not leaving. You have to come out and talk to us eventually”. “There’s nothing to talk about. You said everything you needed to say. I understand why you were angry. I went too far. I understand you don’t want a relationship. I know what we had was just a fling.”
Grey cleared his throat. “Just listen then. You don’t have to say a word. I was married before. I was young and in love with a girl I met right after boot camp. I married her at the justice of the peace a week after we met, just before I went off on my first year long deployment. I was gone for a few weeks when she wrote me she was pregnant. I was ecstatic. She sent pictures of her throughout her pregnancy. She collected extra allotment and had my military insurance and lived on base in military housing. I came home on surprise leave about two weeks before the due date. Imagine my surprise when she had a baby already. Not a brand new baby, but a five month old baby. It turns out that she was pregnant when I met her. She married me to just to get insurance and support money because she had no idea who the daddy really was. I got taken for a ride. They Corp even took child support straight from my pay for years, until I finally proved the kid wasn’t mine.”
Oh God, he was really going to freak if he saw me. I am stuck in this fucking toilet forever. “I haven’t dated since. No relationships. Fuck em and leave em. Hell, half the time I don’t even talk to them or ask their name.” I started to bawl loudly. “Fuck. I’m making this worse.” He punched the stall door and leaving a dent on my side of the beige aluminum.
Mick took over, “baby listen to me. Grey is trying to tell you that he’s an asshole and he fucked up. He’s trying to tell you why he has trust issues with women. He freaked out and I did too. I fucking punched him out after you left. Neither one of us handled it very well. Neither did you, babe. You ran away from us. We went looking for you that very same day. We’ve been looking for you ever since. We had a fight. I happens in families. We need to work it out though, not run away.” I dried my eyes on a wad of super thin toilet paper and pushed it between my legs into the commode. I pulled off another wad and blew my nose.
The next words from Grey’s mouth, changed everything, “Joss, we know.”
“We saw you the other day, we know you’re pregnant.”, Mick added. I flushed the toilet. To me it was the sound of my carefully laid plans headed to the sewer.
I dreaded this moment. I wanted it. I dreamed about it. I dreaded it. I cringed at the thought of either one of them renouncing our child. It was time to face the music. Gathering my courage, I pulled up my big girl panties (literally and figuratively) and slid open the lock, letting the door fly open. I let my purse fall to the floor and stood before them with my head held high and my belly sticking out.
Before I could release the breath I was holding, Grey’s arms were pulling me to his chest. Mick wrapped his arms around the both of us and we stood together, under the flickering fluorescent light of the ladies room. My arms had been hanging at my side, but they found their way around my guys and held on tight. I fisted handfuls of their t shirts, half scared that I was about to wake up from a beautiful dream. Grey regained his composure first, of course. He pulled back, just a bit, and laid one hand on my tummy, the other holding me near on the small of my back. Mick followed suit.
“You don’t..I don’t need...Um...I’m ok..You don’t have to”, I stuttered. A tiny bloom of hope blossomed inside of me, overridden by the fear that one or both would renounce the tiny life I was growing.
Mick pressed a finger over my lips, “Don’t we have an appointment for an ultrasound?”, he asked.
“Fucking Damien! Fucking Ambush told you? Bastard. Little fucking bastard.” Rubbing his hand over my belly with a look of wonder in his eyes, Mick smiled at me. “Don’t be mad at grandpa. He did threaten to kill us both.” Grey nodded, “Painfully. Very painfully, if we broke your heart again.”
“Shit. I’m late and I peed dammit.” I grabbed my purse from the floor and dug around for a bottle of water. I slipped by both of them and headed for the door. “Come on boys. We’re late.” Please Jesus, let them follow me. I’m afraid to look behind me.
I marched bravely to the elevator and pressed the up arrow when felt the familiar heat of emanating from their heavy bodies. They didn’t say a word, thankfully, because I probably would have started crying again. Hormones and dignity are not a compatible pair.
They sat across from me and waited patiently for my name to be called, but I caught them stealing glances while I was stealing glances back at them. I chewed on my chipped thumbnail and alternately played with my phone. I had missed them so much. I had one picture in my photo gallery, a selfie I had taken wrapped up in their arms, the three of us naked and satisfied, sweaty and sated, happy and fulfilled. It carried me through many sad and lonely nights.
The technician called me name and all three of us stood up. When they didn’t move with me when I started towards the door, I asked, “Are you coming?” They were by my side in an instant. My slightly frozen heart thawed just a little. I realized how much I truly wanted them to share this with me. “Which one of you is daddy?”, she asked. Uh-oh. Awkward question. Grey answered first in his no nonsense in charge voice, “We are.” Mick nodded and gave her one of those panty melting dimple smiles. “Uh, Ok then. Here we are. You can keep your clothes on.” Mick took my purse. I slipped off the front zip hoodie I was wearing. Underneath I had on my favorite black sugar skull maternity top and hoped they noticed my new, melon sized tatas, which were the biggest plus about this stage of pregnancy. There was no hiding anything now. “Climb up here mama.” Mick helped me onto the table. My anxiety spiked and I looked up at my men, expecting to see apprehension, or perhaps, revulsion in their faces. Quite to the contrary they both looked fascinated with the process, and my new shape.
“This will be a 3-D ultrasound. We get amazing pictures.” Mick’s hand was holding on to the railing of the bed, and I automatically reached for it, needing his reassurance. The technician pulled up my top and pulled down the front of my yoga pants, revealing my sexy as hell pink cotton granny panties,
and squirted the gel on my belly. The wand touched my skin and the room filled up with the steady “whoosh, whoosh” and strong heartbeat of our baby. Grey’s hand landed on top of mine. They were both thoroughly engrossed on the screen and the incredibly detailed 3-D face of our child. “Before I go any further, do you want to know the gender?” “Yes. I do. We do.” “Definitely.” “Yes.” We all agreed.
“OK then, here we go.” She angled the wand around, and the picture on the screen panned down. I could clearly see tiny hands and a little heartbeat. She measured tiny legs and arms and the head with clicks of her mouse. When the picture slid down to the belly area, Grey’s hand tightened on mine. “Definitely a boy!” she announced. I knew it! Freaking hormones have made me into a crier! Both of my guys kissed me on the head. I know I saw a tear in Mick’s eyes. “We’re having a son.” I could hear the sincerity in Grey’s voice and they hugged each other. The technician was a little confused at this point and it showed on her face. “I printed you some pictures. Three of them.” “Could you print me one more please?” “Sure. Everything else looks great. I’ll send the report to your OBGYN. She wiped off the goo with a paper towel, and shut off the machine, leaving a frozen image of the little face I had to wait almost five more months to meet. I sat up with a little help from Mick. She left us alone in the room.
Fuck. My belly was hanging out. I pulled my top down, but Grey’s hands stopped me and pulled it back up. Mick was behind me, his hands sliding around me. Four big hands held me between two big bodies. My tummy growled. I laughed. “Sorry. I live on his schedule.”
Grey pulled up the front of my yoga pants, “Come on babe. We’re not done with you, yet”. Cryptic. I’m hoping this surprise includes sex. Pregnancy has made me horny. I wish I had worn panties that don’t look like all three of us will fit in them, and that I had actually shaved my legs in the last few months.
We walked out of the office and into the sunshine. Parked directly in front of the door on his pristine ‘57 Harley, wearing his Chaos Kutte and hiding behind his Ray Bans, was Ambush. Bryce, looking polished and perfect, was standing next to him. I headed straight for them. “You told them where to find me!” He pulled off the shades and looked me in the eye. “Yes. And I’m here to make sure they don’t fuck up again. You OK girly?” He hugged me. I hugged him back, and handed him the photo, “Meet your grandson”. He stared at the little face in the picture and stuffed into the inside pocket of his vest. I hugged Bryce. “It’s Yoga night. Be there by seven”. He kissed me cheek and headed to his car. Damien wrapped his arms around me protectively, and whispered in my ear, “don’t go easy on these two. Make them prove they deserve you.”
Giving them each a bro hug and back slap he climbed back on his bike and started it up. “Take care of my grandson.” to me and “don’t fuck this up” to the guys, before revving up the engine and making a very loud exit.
“The truck’s over here.” We started walking across the parking lot. “Where are the bikes?” “No bikes. You shouldn’t be on the back of a bike.” I sighed. The concern was cute. “Oh stop, I’ve been riding every day. How do you think I get to work?”
Mick stopped dead in his tracks. “Who are you riding with?” This should be interesting. “The Chaos guys. Tweak and Blade, mostly. They take me to work and pick me up of Bryce isn’t with me. Usually Damien takes me to Dr. appointments though.” Now Grey stopped too. “Baby, you realize what they do, right? Chaos isn’t a friendly little club of weekend warriors. They are true one percenters.” “Of course I know what they do. I am the club accountant.” I kept walking to the truck. The lock chirped and I opened the door myself and started to climb in. Mick grabbed my hand and helped me up. “So where are you taking me?” Please let it involve nudity! Please let it involve two rock hard penises! Or is it two rock hard peni? I’ll have to google it.
“You’ll find out soon enough”. I relaxed a little more. Mick in the passenger seat cannot keep his hands off my belly and I’m finding it oddly arousing. I realize we’re headed towards the shop I bought for us, and my anxiety comes back full force and then some. “Are we going to the shop? Why? What’s going on?” Mick keeps stroking my middle and Grey’s hand finds my thigh. We turn the corner on the place I haven’t visited since I put it back on the market four months ago. The for sale sign is gone? WTF? There’s a big banner across the front that says “Triad Motorcycle Repair and Customs. Grand Opening Coming Soon!”.
“I didn’t put that up. I swear! I don’t know where it came from!” Panic set in, and I was almost hyperventilating, remembering the last time we were all there, together. “Seriously. I’m sorry. I didn’t do this!”
Chapter 36-- Mick
Holy shit, we were fucking this up. She was having a full blown anxiety attack or something. Her body went stiff as a board and her eyes bugged out of her head. Her breathing was fast, and I thought she was hyperventilating. From both sides we wrapped out arms around her and tried to sooth he fears, “Baby, hush. We did this. We put the sign up.” “We broke in the other day and set up shop. Turns out this is a really great set up with a ton of space to work in.”, Grey stroked her hair, whispering in his deep gravelling voice, and I rubbed her tummy to comfort her.
Her breathing slowed a bit. “Joss, we know you worked hard to put this together for us. It’s a really good plan. This is a great location with plenty of space. We want to open the garage, but we need you to do it right. We can’t do it alone.” I pressed the button on the garage door opener and both bays slid open to show a fully operational shop full of tools, parts and bikes.
With a little help from Bryce, Daddy Dearest, and his prospects, we were able to finish up some of the work that she had started. Wordlessly, we got out of the truck and walked through the doors. The lobby had a gleaming diamond point counter, and black and white checkerboard floor. With a freshly painted white walls and cherry red accents and trim and some vintage black and white motorcycle posters, along with the framed “Easy Rider” posters, it looked like a brand new place with an old school feel. Bryce had taken what she started and ran with it. She wandered through the doors to the main garage. We’d moved all of our work there, and even organized the mountain of parts. “Look, we have a system now”, I said proudly, pointing to the numbered shelves of parts.
Grey pointed up the stairs, “let’s check out the office”. She looked at both of us, slightly shell shocked and head up to the loft. She walked through the door and made a muffled cry, hand over her mouth, “oh my God.” Did we fuck things up again?
She was staring at the desk sign we had bought her “Josselynn Hamilton, Chief Financial Officer”was engraved on a brass plate. Next to her chair was a white bassinet with a black tulle skirt around it. The blankets and the sheets were black and white and had little skulls on them. In the middle sat a white bunny in a kutte and biker cap. We’d added a rocking chair next to that and as well as a changing table. On her desk there was a framed picture of the three of us. The one she had taken when we were all in bed together, naked and happy.
Flopping down on the black leather sofa the tears started again. Aw shit! We must have really fucked this up. Grey looked as perplexed as I felt. I dropped to my knees in front of her and he landed by her side. “Joss, talk to us, please. If you don’t like it you can change it. Whatever you want you can have, just please come home,” Grey was almost pleading with her.
Finally she came up for air, wiping her eyes with her shirt. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I’m overwhelmed”, she sniffled a bit.
“Baby girl, it’s ok” I interrupted. She put one finger on my lips to shush me. “No, no, I need to get this out of my system. I need you both to know I just believed in you and wanted you guys to be as happy as you were making me. I know I went a little overboard, well, truthfully i went a lot overboard, like I bought a fucking garage without talking to you first overboard.” Grey’s face twisted and he held his head in shame, “Joss, I’ve been kicking my
self in the ass since the moment those horrible words came out of my mouth. I panicked. I hope you’ll forgive me someday.”
She smiled, and sniffled a bit more, then said the most beautiful words I ever heard, “of course I forgive you”, cupping his face in her hand. Finally! “But I’m not ready to move in yet.” Screeching halt! WTF? “We have almost five months left before this little man makes his appearance. We need to get to know each other. We need to spend time together. We need to date.” Grey jumped in and shocked the shit out of all of us, “Whatever you want. As long as the endgame is that we get to be together again and raise our son together.”
She took his face in her hands and kissed him, gently, at first, lips against lips, then more forcefully, tongue against tongue. She pulled back and turned to me. I pulled her into my arms and took my turn. I had forgotten how soft her lips were and missed the breathy moans that she made when she started to get aroused. Her hands slipped underneath my shirt and explored my chest and abs. Breaking the kiss, she pushed me back. “You realize I’m in my second trimester, right?” I nodded. “We bought some pregnancy and baby books to study”. Her eyes teared up, “you did?” Grey answered “last week, after we saw you having lunch with Ambush.” “So you realize that ladies in the second trimester have certain...um...needs”.
“Babe, if we’re going to date and get to know each other, we’re going to get it right this time. As much as I’d like to, we’re going to back off. When the time is right for you and when you move home to us, then we’ll go there.” My vagina and I are extremely unhappy at this point. Mick backed him up, “No sex. It’s off the table until you’re ready.” Tell that to my hormones.
Chapter 37--Joss
It was my first date with Grey and I was a nervous wreck. It has been a week since the ultrasound and we’d spent time together almost every day getting ready for the launch or just having lunch together. The shop was scheduled to open on the following Saturday, and we’d been planning a big bash. I loved event planning almost as much as spreadsheets, and may have gone a little overboard...again. I had sent flyers to every club, ever bike dealer, every bar and every parts shop in a fifty mile radius. I had a spot on the local classic rock channel playing twice and hour. I even hired a few hot chicks to wear leather daisy dukes and dance in cages. I think I had all my angles covered.
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