Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) (11 page)

“Like with a baby?” he asks slowly, like he’s trying to make sense of it. Aw my.

“No, dumbass, with a fucking chicken,” Roger says over his shoulder, shaking his head.

A chuckle breaks through Tristan’s throat at Roger’s remark that slowly has the other guys starting to laugh out loud, too.

I stand up.

“So, yeah. Anyways…” I say to them, making my way out of there.

“What’s up?” Tristan asks from behind me.

Spinning around to face him, I gesture with my thumb over my shoulder.

“Gotta, um…use the bathroom.”

“Oh, Christ. It’s already starting,” Roger jokes.

Tristan grins at me, his dark eyes moving from mine to Roger’s.

“Holy fucking shit.” Matt shakes his head, running his hand down his face.

Giving him a small smile, I turn back around. I’m not really trying to hide from the situation anymore, but I really have to go pee.

Sliding the bathroom door closed, I hear Tristan speak up.

“Only we and Lux know about this right now. We’d like to keep it that way, hopefully ’til the fucking tour is over.”

“Yeah, man. Definitely,” someone says back, but I really can't make it out now with all the other noise of “no ways” and “that’s kind of awesomes” going on in the background.

Just then, another warm swell washes over me. I realize that I was freaking out for nothing. I mean, yeah, it’s scary as fuck and I have no clue. Another thing, I’m nervous about what my parents may think, but the band knows. Thank God, because I hated having to keep this from them. And Tristan knows now, too. Not only that, he actually fucking wants it. Is this really happening? Will he change his mind when the tour ends or I get bigger? What if we don’t work out and separate when the kid is older or something? My heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Shut the fuck up with that now,
I think to myself.

For once I actually fully agree with the bitch voice that likes to speak up in my head sometimes. Tristan’s mine, and he loves me. My friends know now and soon Tristan’s band will, too. And, in a matter of a couple hours, I will be seeing our child for the first time.

Tears pool in my eyes as the smile on my face breaks them free when my cheekbones rise. Placing my hands up to my mouth, I close my eyes and breathe in, feeling so wonderful. Something inside me just glows.

Blinking my eyes open, a few more tears leak out when I place my hands over my lower abdomen. I’ve been doing this a lot lately; pretending that I’m actually able to hold my baby in some way. Gliding my thumbs over the thin material of my shirt, I smile down at my kind of puffy abdomen and whisper...

“I love you.” 

Chapter Eleven

 

Tristan

 

We’re staying in some old hotel right by the club we’re playing at tonight. Sophia just loves it. I grin down at her when we step into the elevator that is probably damn near a hundred years old.

Sliding the gate closed, I press the button for our floor, then crossing my arms, I lean my side up against the wall and stare down at her. She’s wearing one of my hoodies, with her arms wrapped around her middle. She looks like she’s swimming in the damn thing, but it’s still sexy to me.

Sophia is grinning up at me while biting the corner of her bottom lip, her blue eyes sparkling. I can already feel and see a difference in my girl. She’s finally free from hiding.

“It’s like Casablanca style here,” she says, in awe over every little detail.

“Casa-what?”

“It’s an old movie, baby,” she laughs.

Fuck! I love it when she calls me that. My dick is already hardening and I can’t do a damn thing about it… at least ’til the doctor leaves.

“Ah-huh.”

I watch her smile fade. My eyes roam down her body. It doesn’t matter that she has on my hoodie; her fucking rack is still showing. As I scan further down, I notice that she is pressing her thighs together. Goddamn. She wants it, too.

Growling down at her, I reach out and cup her right breast. She holds her breath in, thinking I’m going to squeeze it or something. Damn, how I want to, but I know that would hurt her and I’m almost fucked up enough to get off on it. 

Her breathing picks up. With my hand still on her, I graze my thumb back and forth over the curve of her luscious flesh.

“Getting wet, my girl?” I whisper gruffly.

The elevator comes to a stop. Sophia reaches up and gives my cheek a quick pinch.

“I guess you’ll never know.”

She sidesteps around me, trying to slide the gate open. With a chuckle, I reach past her.

“Let me get it.”

The iron gate effortlessly slides open. Security is already on the floor. I notice one of them right when we step off the elevator. Good. That makes me feel a little better for the safety of my girl, and my baby. 

Sophia pulls the key cards out of her pocket, and I curl my arm around her, pulling her in close to me. Kissing the top of her head, I lead her down the hall.

“Are you ready?” I ask her.

Sophia wraps her arms around my middle, breathing into my chest.

“Ready for what? To see the baby?” She pulls her face from my chest and looks up at me.

“Yeah.”

I almost lose my voice. My chest burns in the right way when I think how fucking much I love this woman.

Stopping, I bend down to her. I bring my other hand up to her soft face, using my thumb and finger to lift her chin up.  Kissing her tenderly at first, the feel of her soft, moist lips against mine causes a moan to rattle through me.

Sophia angles her head all the way back so she can kiss me deeper, her sweet tongue tasting my mouth. Her long hair brushes over my arm. I give her succulent bottom lip a quick tug before pulling my mouth away.

With my eyes still closed, I rest my forehead against the top of her head, trying to control my breathing. It’s so fucking hard to stop with her once I get a taste. God, I want her so fucking bad right now.

“Come on,” her gentle voice says to me as she tugs on my hand.

I blink my eyes open and my girl smiles up at me. So fucking beautiful.

Once we get into the room, Sophia pulls off my hoodie.

“I think I’m just gonna jump in the shower real quick,” she says, tossing it on the sofa.

Damn,
I would give my fucking right eye to join her right now. Locking my jaw tight, I tip my chin up.

“Okay.”

I’m trying my fucking hardest to give her one last smile, so I give her the one I now gets her hot every time; that
panty
dropping
grin, as she sometimes teases me.  Something flashes in Sophia’s eyes again, and she spins around and takes off, going through the sitting area and heading straight to the bedroom.

When the door closes, I roll my neck around my shoulders, cracking it. Scratching my chin, I head over to the mini bar and grab a Coke and candy bar, then take off over to the sofa. The water pipes begin to scream through the old walls. A few minutes go by, and they go silent. Bending over, I rest my forearms on my thighs and lower my head.

Someone bangs hard on the door a couple times. Raising my head, I just stare at it. I don’t really know how long I just sit there motionless like that, but after hearing the knock again, I push my hands off my knees and stand, walking over to the door.

My damn hands are so fucking sweaty that I almost lose my grip on the handle. Opening it, a larger man stands behind a scrawny, middle-aged man wearing a black coat and pulling a rolling case beside him. I raise my eyebrow in suspicion. This must be who Lux sent. I glance past him and the larger man nods his head at me.

“This is Doctor Baraick, ” he says. “We were notified that he has an appointment with you.”

Giving him a reassuring nod, I push my fingers off the door, opening it wider for him to come in.

Doctor Baraick looks back nervously at the security before stepping inside.

What?

“Where would you like the ultrasound to be done?” he asks, clearing his throat.

I scan the room in confusion. I’m assuming she has to be lying down for this. Glancing back at the doctor, who is now standing by the couch, I tip my head to the side, angling toward the bedroom.

“Bedroom’s through there.”

He turns his head back and nods.

“All right. I’m going to draw some blood after the ultrasound. I should have the results back within 24 hours after I drop it off at the lab.” 

The doctor takes control and makes his way over to the bedroom.

“Is it all right if I set up now?” he asks once he reaches the door.

I heard the water turn off right before he got here, but I want to make sure Sophia is dressed.
Fuck.
When we get back to L.A., her doctor is definitely going to be female. I don’t care if I sound jealous; I don’t want some guy checking out and touching what’s mine. Just the thought of this dude makes me pissed.

Tapping my knuckles against the wood, I try not to glare at the guy. I give it a second before turning the knob slowly to peek inside. I pause for a moment as I catch my fucking breath. Sophia is sitting at the edge of the bed brushing her hair, wearing  these tight as hell jeans with a dark blue, long-sleeved Weezer t-shirt. My lips curl up at the side. The way she looks, sitting there so small and gracious with her perfect posture pushing her chest out.
Damn

“Doctor’s here.”

“Tristan?”

Focusing my eyes back on her, she’s giving me this tongue in cheek smile.
Shit.
Sophia always has a way of taking me from the now and running somewhere else with her.

Shaking my head, I open the door farther.

“He’s gotta set up.”

Sophia sets her brush down beside her and gets up. Folding her arms over her stomach, she walks over to the window.

I wave the doctor in and he rolls his case over to the bed. When he lets go of the handle he steps over to her and reaches his hand out, introducing himself.

“Good afternoon, I’m Doctor Baraick. You must be Sophia, right?”

He gives her a small smile, and I fucking swear his own damn heart probably stops when Sophia beams up at him, taking his hand into her small one.

“Yeah,” she giggles.

Those fucking giggles, fuck! I can’t help but grin at the sucker. His body stills for a moment when Sophia pulls back her hand.

“Yes, um…”

I’m over here in the corner cackling, and they both look over at me. Sophia rolls her eyes and the doctor just looks stunned as shit. He shakes his head a couple times, probably to fucking clear it.

“I’m going to do the ultrasound first. Then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take some blood afterwards. I should have the results soon.” He stops and goes back to his case to pull out some papers, which he hands to her.

“If you would fill this out so I can get your basic information so I know who to send the results to.”

“Sure,” Sophia nods at him, her hair falling into her face.

She tucks a strand behind her ear when I come up to her. Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her close into me as we watch the doctor take out a small, laptop looking device, which he sets up beside the bed. The bottom board has this white ball embedded in it with arrow buttons positioned around it, with a mini keyboard above that. Plugging it in to this battery pack he has in his case, he pulls out three different white wands.

“Um, excuse me?” Sophia speaks up.

The doctor stops what he’s doing and smiles at her. Sophia points to the device he’s working with.

“Do I need, I don’t know... a gown or something for this?”

“Actually, I was going to have you go into the bathroom and take your bottoms off and wrap yourself with a towel, ” he says casually. “Since I don’t know how far along you are, we’ll get a better picture doing an internal exam.”

What the…?

Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“A
what
?” I croak out.

Sophia pats my stomach reassuringly before she steps away from me, heading toward the bathroom. You’re fucking telling me he’s gonna be using one of those fucking wand things up my girl?

The doctor begins messing with a few buttons. Staring at the screen, he repeats himself.

“An internal exam…” He glances over his shoulder and continues. “The fetus is probably too small to detect on an external right now. We’ll get a better view for measurements as well having it done this way.”

Fetus?
Holy shit!

I need to take a fucking seat. Walking over to the corner of the room, I fist the back of the chair with one hand as I plop myself down on it. When the doctor has the computer up and running, he pulls a bottle out of the case and sets it down on the end table beside the bed.

The bathroom door clicks opens and Sophia looks nervous as hell. Immediately standing up, I drag the chair I was just sitting in over to the side of the bed for the doctor. Sophia walks up to the side of the bed and sits. Knowing she’s bare assed under that towel has my dick twitching.

Now, I know this guy’s a doctor, and he’s gotta do an “internal” exam and shit, but that doesn’t mean he gets a show. Grabbing the blanket that’s folded neatly on the bed, I raise it up to cover Sophia better so she can scoot back and get comfortable. When I know she’s set, I bring the blanket back down and crawl over her to position myself on my side.

Taking her left hand in mine, we wait ’til the doctor finishes washing his hands and puts gloves on. Sophia’s body jerks slightly against mine.

“Are you all right?” I ask her, keeping my voice low so the doctor doesn’t pick up on it.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

She twists her neck and smiles up at me. Not a full one; she’s nervous, I can tell. But I don’t think it’s so much at seeing the baby, as it is being in this fucked up situation, having something get stuck up inside you by some older dude while you lie on a hotel bed with your boyfriend right beside you. At least, that’s what I would be fucking thinking.

“Okay, I think we’re ready.” Doctor Baraick pulls the chair closer to the bed. “Sophia, if you will just scoot yourself down here and bend your knees.”

He says it all robotically. Sophia glances up at me one last time with her lips pulled into her mouth, then scoots herself down. My eyes widen when Sophia opens herself up in front of the doctor. I really want to punch him in the mouth right now. Gritting my teeth, I watch as he puts a fucking rubber on this wand, then slaps a bunch of lube all over it. Sophia has her lips pressed tighter in her mouth as she looks straight up at the ceiling. Damn, this must suck for her.

“I just need you to relax. I’m getting ready to insert the wand,” fucking guy says all matter-of-factly.

Sophia barely flinches as it goes in and suddenly, after the doctor hits a few keys, a light whooshing noise comes through. The screen still looks like static, so he begins messing with the ball that’s on the board.

“You’re doing great, Sophia,” he says, more to the screen than to my girl.

Squinting my eyes, I lean in a little more to get a better view, but I still can’t see shit.

“Hear that?” He glances first at me, then Sophia. “That’s the heartbeat.”

Holy shit! The heartbeat!

I try to hold my breath so I can hear the sound better. Sophia’s chest gently shudders. My eyes scan from the screen down to her. Her blue eyes are glossy. Grinning, she tries to focus on the screen but a tear slips from the corner of her eye.

“All right, now I’m going to take a few more measurements and I should be able to better estimate a time frame for you both.”

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