Boomtown (25 page)

  The doctor was moving around the wand again, and suddenly I could see two of them.  I stopped breathing.  No way.  Holy Guacamole!

  “Well congratulations, its twins!” the doctor said to me.  “They look to be about three months gestation just like you said.  The extra baby would certainly account for the higher level of HCG in your system.”

  The doctor rambled off some more shit, but I didn’t listen.  Ember had grabbed my hand and was squeezing, but that didn’t affect me much either.  I was released shortly after with a prescription for pain killers, a note to make an appointment with a doctor for my arm, and an OB/GYN for the baby as soon as I could arrange it.

  Ember watched me dress in silence, and we were escorted out the doors by a nurse.

  Sam and Gabe were standing off to the side of the entrance leaning against the brick of the building.  He smiled at me, but then the smile died just as quick when he took in the look on my face.  Ember was standing behind me and to my left, so I could make out that she was shaking her head in my peripheral vision.  I ignored her and walked up to Sam slowly.  He glanced between Ember and I with a raised brow. 

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “What is it?” I said calmly. “You really want to know?”

  “Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked!” Sam said with a tone that was perilously close to being smartassy.

  I smiled at him, poked him in the chest, and then let him have it.

  “You knocked me up!” I yelled.

  Two older people who were sitting on the bench beside the doors were watching us closely.  The lady smiled and whispered something to her husband, but they both continued to watch the show.

  “Not only did you knock me up, but you knocked me up with twins!  What the fuck?  Did you have to have super sperm?  Couldn’t you just have normal sperm?  No not Sam.  He has to have super swimmers.  I am going to be as big as a house!” I kept yelling.

  Sam shut me up with a kiss.  Not a nice kiss either.  His tongue pillaged my mouth.  He was kissing me like he didn’t expect to live past this moment.  It didn’t take long and I was kissing him back.  I anchored my good hand in his hair and hung on for dear life.  

  I heard a throat clear, and I broke my mouth from Sam’s and glanced to my right where Ember and Gabe were watching us with smiles on their faces.

  “What?” I growled.

  “You probably won’t be as big as a house, maybe just a barge.” Ember told me nicely. 

  “Fuck off.” I said to her and started stomping across the parking lot. 

  Sam grabbed my hand and then turned me in the opposite direction, leading me to his bike that was parked in the middle lot.   

  Sam stopped beside his bike and pulled my body into his and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 

  “I love you.” He said quietly.   Then hopped on his bike and started it up without waiting for me to answer him. 

∞ 

  That was four months ago, and today started my doctor’s appointments where I would go every two weeks.     

  Smiling, I pulled my phone from inside my shirt where I stored it on the left side of my bra and typed out a message to Sam. 

  Cheyenne:  “Done.  I’ll see you in a minute.”

  Sam:  “Bring me a new shirt.” 

  Heading into the bedroom, I picked a clean black shirt from the drawers, most likely the same color as the one he was wearing.  He only worked in black t-shirts because he didn’t have to worry about getting them stained that way.   

  I grabbed my keys, his shirt, my back pack, and walked out to the new truck.   

  The insurance money allowed Sam to buy a new Suburban.  He kitted it out with almost the exact same things he had on the previous one, except this one was white.   It became my vehicle because I never used mine anymore.  Most of the time Sam used his bike, but if he needed a truck he just used mine.   

  I started it up and drove around the building to the front of the garage.  Only one of the doors was open today because it looked like it was about to rain, and they didn’t want rain blowing inside.   I parked in front of the open door and got out, walking inside, glancing around to see if Sam was in there.  He wasn’t, so I walked through the garage and into the office that was attached to the side.   

  Sam was at his desk on the phone writing something down on a ticket.  Max and Elliott were sitting on the couch that was in the corner of the room eating donuts.  Sam pushed his chair out and patted his lap indicating that I should go over to him and sit down. 

  I on the other hand had a better idea and walked over to the donut box that was open on the coffee table in front of Elliott and grabbed two glazed donuts, and then went to him and sat on his lap.  He shook his head and laughed under his breath, but didn’t say anything.  His arm wrapped around my stomach, resting on my lap, his hand spread out almost supporting it.

  I loved it when he did this.  These little shits were heavy, and my stomach liked when it had a little extra support to hold it up.  Now I know why women always walk around with their hands supporting their stomachs.   

  I finished my two donuts in record time, and glanced at the box longingly.  There was only one left.  Elliott was just reaching for the last one when he glanced up and saw me starting at it.  He picked it up and glanced from the donut and then to me.  I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and curled my lip down with a pout.  Putting a little quiver in for a better touch. 

  With a long suffering sigh he got up and walked the donut over to me.  I snatched it out of his hand and shoved it in my mouth. 

 “Thanks.” I said around my donut. 

  It came out sounding more like “Franks.” But Elliott just laughed and went back to his seat at the couch.  Max rolled his eyes and reached forward for a bottle of milk that he had obviously gotten when he went to go get donuts.  He had just taken the cap off when and glanced at me when I gave him the same puppy dog pouty look that I had given Elliott. 

  “No.”  Max said. 

  I let a little tears enter my eyes, and he caved like the loser that he was. Sucker.

  “Fuck.” He said and got up to hand me the bottle.

  I smiled and took the milk from him and drank deeply, belching when I was through. 

  “Jesus.” Max said.  “Can’t you keep that shit in?” 

  “No.  There ain’t no room to keep that shit in.” I said to him.

  “You are looking mighty huge today.”  Max said with a smile.

  I was just about to get up when Sam’s arm tightened on my waist preventing me from getting up.  So I settled for the easy way and flipped him off.  Max laughed leaning back in to his couch; Elliott stayed quiet, deciding not to get into the argument that he knew would happen.

  Sam hung up the phone, and then wrapped his other hand around me too. 

  “What time is your appointment?” Sam asked me. 

  “Nine forty five.” I said and then laid my head back against his chest.  I loved this position. I would do it forever if I didn’t worry that I was making it hard for Sam to breathe.  Not that he would complain. 

  One of the babies kicked hard right where Sam’s forearm rested on my stomach, and Sam moved his arm so his hand rested where he just felt the kick at.  The babies loved the sound of Sam’s voice.  They could be sleeping peacefully and Sam say something, and they are soon wide awake and kicking the fuck out of me. 

  At least they weren’t kicking my vagina this morning.  A particular violent kick and then a roll followed making Sam laugh. 

  Elliott and Max were watching this with smiles on their faces.  Max got up to throw the donut box away and stopped to feel too.  They all did this a lot.  I was like some amusement game, and they loved poking and prodding my stomach to see if they could get a reaction.  All they had to do was start making racket in the garage, and the babies started flipping out.  This amused the shit out of them, so they did it often. 

  I glanced at the clock and saw that I needed to leave now to make it to my appointment in time. I braced myself on Sam’s things and propelled my body forward and out of his lap.  Sam helped by putting his hand on my ass and lifting.

  I turned around and looked down at Sam.

  “Are you coming with me today?” I asked him. 

  “Max is going.”  Sam said to me.  “I have a meeting with a group from California who wants us to design a bike for them.” 

  “Honestly Sam, and no offense Max, I don’t want him with me.  The women in the office are going to flip if they see me with some other man besides you.  They see me with a different guy every other week.  I always hear them whispering out in their little cubicle.  I know they talk about all the men I bring with me.”

   “He wasn’t going to go to your actual appointment.  He has a hearing screen the next floor down he’s going to go do while you have your appointment.  You’ll wait for him in the waiting area until he gets back, understood?” 

  “Aye, aye, Captain.” I said and saluted him with my middle finger. 

  “This is for your protection, Cheyenne.  It’s not like I want to have some psycho after you.”

  “I know, but it’s been fucking seven months!  Find him already!” I yelled. 

  “I have every available resource on this.  I hate my father’s guts, but I called him for you!” he was getting riled now too. 

  I nodded and went to the restroom for a pee break before I left.  I peed a lot.  Apparently pregnant women did this a lot, and women pregnant with twins did it even more.  I also figured to just let it go before it got out of hand and I started crying like I always did too. 

  I came out and Sam stood and walked with me to the truck.  He didn’t seem very mad anymore, and I felt bad.  I knew he was trying his hardest, but this was getting old.  I didn’t want to have these babies and have to be with a guard for the rest of my life.  

  He opened the passenger door for me and the foot bar came down.  I made a face at it and placed my foot on it to help me get into the truck.  I had to let Sam put the foot bar in because when I was about five months pregnant I could no longer lift my girth up into the truck without assistance.  Even with the bar I still had a hard time getting in without the steering wheel. 

  That is why Sam was there to help; there was only so much an OS bar could handle, and my weight was steadily rising.  He helped me up into the truck, gave me a quick kiss, said to call him when I got done, and then slammed the door.  He tapped the side of the door and we were off.

Chapter 18

  We arrived at the doctor’s office, and Max walked me in, checked me in, and then sat with me until I was called.  We waited about fifteen minutes before I was called back by my usual nurse.  I headed towards her as Max got up and walked out of the office. 

  “How are you feeling today?” she asked me while handing me a cup.

  “Fat.” I said truthfully.

  “That’s normal.  You are twenty eight weeks today with twins.  When most women are this big they are delivering their baby, they don’t have three more months to go.”  She said. 

  Bitch.  Thanks for pointing out the obvious.  She led me up to the bathroom and pointed to the door.  I went inside, and proceeded to piss all over my hand, and get just enough in the cup to provide a sample.  I placed it in the window, and then washed my hands. 

  I opened the door and the nurse motioned to the scale.  So I hopped on and closed my eyes, because I really didn’t want to see how much weight I was gaining because of these two mutant babies that I was carrying.  I had already gained thirty pounds, and from what I’ve read I have about a pound a week until I deliver.   

  “One seventy five.” The nurse said.  “Let’s get your blood pressure.”

  I gritted my teeth and she did my blood pressure and led me to a room where I sat for another twenty minutes waiting for the doctor.

  The doctor got the exam over quick and ordered a growth ultrasound to see how big the babies were.

   “Next time we will start checking your cervix to see if you have dilated any.” He said to me on the way out. 

  Oh yay.  Just what I wanted was some doctor’s finger’s doing anything up there. 

  I was led to the ultrasound room and a cute little pixie who looked like she weighed barely over one hundred pounds gave me an ultrasound.  The babies were around four pounds each and had the cutest little chubby cheeks I had ever seen.  She let me leave with two pictures of each baby, one of their cute little faces, and one of their girly parts. 

  The girly parts were new for me.  The last three ultrasounds I had done the babies hadn’t cooperated and we were unable to see what they were.  Everyone had a poll going, and assumed they were boys because of the amount of food I was putting away.  They should have known better though, because I was able to put three quarters of a large pizza away by myself.   

  I walked out of the doctor’s office and headed in the direction of the elevator.  I typed a text message and included a picture of the sonogram, pressing send when I ran into something solid.  I looked up and into cold eyes. He smiled at me and I noticed a rag in his hand, but had no time to react before it was placed over my mouth and I got a breath full of something that made me light headed and gave me an awful taste in my mouth.  Too late.  I realize now that I had made a mistake by leaving.  I wasn’t even thinking. I was just so caught up in the babies that I never took a second to think.  Sam preached to me often not to leave without an escort.  He told me that this guy was dangerous.  I knew better.

  Oh Sam, I thought before everything went black. 

∞ 

  I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth and my head pounding.  I opened my eyes and looked around the hotel room.  I was in a bed, and there was another bed right beside the one I was lying on.  There was a TV in the middle of the room hanging on the wall.  There was also some medical stuff laid out on a breakfast table across the room.  My heart started pounding. 

  The bathroom door opened and a built man, dressed in black cargo pants, a black t-shirt and black boots stepped out.  He had blonde hair, and a very pretty face.  His eyes however were dark brown almost black.  When I looked into his eyes, I saw only a void, like he didn’t have a sole.  He came up to the side of the bed and stared down at me.