Goof As soon as I sat down I knew I had fucked up. Silvy hasn’t said it yet but I can tell she didn’t like me shouting that I was the baby’s father like that. But what was I supposed to do. The stupid skank called my baby a bastard. I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. Could I have announced it better? Yes. I shouldn’t have yelled it across the kitchen. To a skank that didn’t matter? I shouldn’t have done that. And the way Ace is looking at me, I know I’m not going to get out of talking to the club. Silvy hasn’t said a word since I sat back down. She just focused on eating. I was glad she was eating at least. Ailee just gave the skank a death glare and sent her on her way. I would have laughed if it was still several degree’s cooler in here. Ailee sat across from us but was looking at Silvy’s food. “ Lass, what in the world are you eating?” Ailee asks. “ Ailee?” Ace groans like he is worried she will upset Ailee. “ It is fine, Ace.” Silvy said. Silvy points to her food with her
Silvy After I left Goof I did exactly as he said. Not because he told me to but because a bubble bath sounded like an incredible idea. And it was. I must have soaked for thirty minutes before I was ready for a nap. I sleep for about three hours before I got up and tidied up the house a little bit. After that I sat down on the couch with my laptop looking over nursery ideas. I want it done by the time I’m in my eighth month. So the clock is ticking. I had it narrowed it down to two gender neutral designs. An underwater marine theme and a zoo animals theme. That Goof found me when he came by for dinner. He came in and found me going back and forth between computer windows trying to figure out which one I liked the best. How did Goof get in without me letting him in you ask. Easy, he has a key. I had copies made and gave it to him about a month ago when I figured out he was going to be sticking around. At least for the time being so I figured he should have a key. And Goof doesn’t
Goof So you know I spent the night at Silvy’s after I sent her home. Let me tell you what happened before I went over to her house. I had church. We went over the usual things. Checking on all the business the club owns. Merigold's expansion is almost done. The dispensary is getting a new shipment of edibles from a new supplier. Tank is taking on an apprentice from the high school. It is something Merigold started two years ago at her detail shop. She went to the high school for career day and talked to any kid that was interested. From that she offered on kid a chance to come work with her to see if that was a road they really wanted to take in their life. Before long Lilly, Speed, Pixie, Thor, and Tank followed in Merigold’s footsteps. They walk the kids through every part of the business and offer some hand on experience. And the kids seem to love it. There is always a long list of people who have signed up. When we finished with all of that Prez asked “ Any new business?” I ne
Silvy I can’t believe I asked Goof to be my date for my dad’s wedding. Scratch that, yes I can. I seem to be doing many things out of character for me when it comes to Goof. Let’s go over the list, shall we. The first thing is I am now calling him just to see how his day was going. If he doesn’t come over that is. Which is damn near every night. And when he does come over I always want to cuddle up with him. I’m laying on him. I have my head on his shoulder, my head on his chest, holding his hand, or just leaning against him. And not just at home either. At work, the club, out to dinner even going for walks. Yes, we go for walks now because it is good for the baby and prepares me for giving birth. I have been hanging around the club more which no one bats an eye at. Like it is normal for me to stop by after work or my day off. We have been getting the nursery ready. Once Merigold took a look the other day she took over the painting part of it even thought I told she didn’t have to.
Goof Two months to go before Silvy brings our baby into the world and I can’t wait. I feel our baby moving everyday. I have watch Silvy’s belly grow as our baby gets bigger. Soon I will have our baby in my arms watching them grow from the outside of Silvy. There is still so much to do before that happens. I have been moving my stuff into Silvy’s house little by little. I know Silvy has noticed but she hasn’t said anything about it yet. I’m living in her house and have been for a month. I have been waiting for Silvy to say something ever time I come home. Home. That is exactly what I feel when I walk through the front door. Silvy is my home and where I belong. Me staying in the house with her. Cooking and having meals together. Showering together. Sleeping with her in my arms every night. It all feels right. She hasn’t said a word. Silvy hasn’t told me to pack up and leave like I thought she would when she caught on to what I was doing. But she hasn’t. There is a big part of me that
Silvy I have been thinking hard since I talked with my dad just like he suggested I do. Hell, mine and Goof’s, whatever you want to call it, is all I have been thinking about. Every waking second I think about it. About us. When I wake up in Goof’s arms I think about us. When our baby moves I think about us. When he picks me up from work I think about us. When I saw Meathead lurking in the corners of the ER I thought about Goof. Why? Because he was the one who put Meathead on me for extra protection. While we are curled up on the couch, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me I am thinking about us. I think about how good it feels to wake up in Goof’s arms every morning and I would hate to lose that feeling. I think about us laughing over dinner while Goof tells me another story from the clubhouse. I don’t want the laughter to stop. I think about the way we seem to have to touch each other while we are cooking together. A hand brush here, a quick kiss there. I think about how m
Goof As soon as I stepped into the house I knew was different. It wasn’t the smell of food cooking. That was a norm if Silvy didn’t work a late shift. She liked to cook for us she told me when I told her it wasn’t necessary for her to cook that I would do it or we could order out. No, it was the energy in the house that changed. Not that it is ever been bad but there is a definite change. It feels a little lighter. Less stressed even. And it was coming from Silvy. I wondered what caused the change when I called out. I followed the sound of her voice to the kitchen to find her laying out all of my favorites on the table. There was only one other person who knew what I liked and that was Merigold because she made it every year on my birthday. Merigold does it for all the entire club. I know most of the prospects and single guys look forward to it. I know I did. It used to be my favorite day of the year. Until Silvy came along. Everyday with her is my favorite day. After I hugged and k
Silvy Today was special day. But not for me. For my dad. For Gena and Xavier too. They are becoming a family today. My dad is getting married. I still can’t believe it even though I’m standing in their bedroom at my dad’s house helping get Gena ready. I never thought this day would come. Not that there is anything wrong with my dad. There isn’t. He is wonderful. But dating and marriage were never a big deal for him. I learned as I got older it was because of me. He was focused on raising me. Then as I got older and moved on with my life he thought he was too old. I called bullshit on that several times. But there was nothing I could do about it, it was his life. Then Gena came along and all of that changed and I could be happier for them. I have gotten to know Gena since my dad introduced us. She is actually pretty cool. I will never see her a step mother. Our ages are too close. And I am beyond the age of needing a mother figure. Gena knows this and respects it. She has said she