Lyon
Chapter 79

While I’ve been preparing in my own way she’s been flitting around in excitement getting things ready. Like I said everything was about the baby.

He wasn’t even here yet and already he had taken over our lives completely. That was fine by me, my girl was happy and that’s all the f**k I cared about at the end of the day.

Now she’s on my a*s about my shit. I don’t know what she’s doing in my little corner anyway. It’s the only part of the house she and her gaggle of hens had left me. I never knew kids needed that much f*****g room.

No wonder my parents had a mausoleum, with three of us they’d needed the space apparently. I’d always thought my house was a decent size; five bedrooms and four bathrooms seemed like enough to me.

But now there’s talk of knocking down walls to make room for a nursery and shit. How much f*****g room could he need? I’ve seen those things and they barely fit on my arm. What the f**k?

She looked around at the child safe playpen, the safety hooks for the kitchen cabinets, and all the other shit I had spread out on my worktable. I’d bought safety gates for the upstairs and the stairs leading down to the basement and there was a whole lot of other shit too.

All the other stuff I’d started collecting was strewn around the room waiting to be put together or built. I wanted it all ready by the time my son got here.

“First of all he might be a she, we’ll be finding that out tomorrow.”

“Hold it, f**k no, you didn’t tell me about that, we need to discuss that shit. I’ve pretty much come to terms with the whole having a baby deal but no girls Kat that’s where I draw the f*****g line.”

Her mouth fell open and she actually shook her head at me before busting into laughter and turned around to leave the room.

“Get back here we’re not finished.”

She laughed even harder and kept going. Probably going to call my mom and hers on three way to laugh at my a*s again. That’s another thing that’s been going on a lot lately.

I was finding myself at the end of pitying looks and eye rolls more and more often. Elena is now fond of rubbing my hair and kissing me on the top of my head before shaking hers and moving the f**k on. They think I don’t know what that shit means.

It meant she’d done told them some dumb f**k move I’d made. Like the night I’d woken up in a cold sweat and couldn’t get back to sleep until after I’d read everything on the net about car seat safety. Oh they’d had a jolly old time with that one.

And if I didn’t know what all the hair rubbing and head shaking and shit was about I had my father the know it all to keep me apprised. His new refrain of ‘boy you’ve lost your damn mind’ was heard at least once a day.

How the f**k he knew anything about what was going on around him beats the shit out of me, because when he wasn’t patrolling the halls of the hospital he was puffing away. Elena with her enabling a*s had found him some antique pipe on line and he was worse than ever now.

At least she was the one that had to deal with his high a*s and not me, until he stuck his nose in my shit that is. Suddenly everyone’s an expert on what I’m supposed to do, like I’m hopeless or some shit.

Drake has been cool about everything; how he really felt about me breeding his teenage daughter married or not, he didn’t say. I mean that pretty much put college on hold, which had always been his dream for his little girl.

I don’t think he was too worried about that though seeing as how she was now the head of a Fortune five hundred company. I thought he was about to k**s me when Kat first told him and Tina about her wedding gift.

He’d been close to tears when he’d thanked me. He didn’t have to say anymore than that for me to know he wasn’t just thanking me for the company but for his daughter. She’d sure come a long way from the girl I’d met a few short months ago.

Damn had it only been six and a half months? It feels like I’ve known her and loved her forever; pain in the a*s. Why’d she have to go and put this girl shit in my head? Now my whole day is going to be f****d.

I was a wreck for the rest of the morning until it was time to head out. She kept out of my way the little sneak until we were both ready to hit the road.

We headed out to work in one of my trucks. No bikes for a while I don’t care how much she grumbles. What if I hit a pothole or some shit or a bump in the road? No f*****g way.

I’d locked away her bikes because I’m not sure my girl understood that pregnant women weren’t supposed to do certain things. It was actually Cy and Jared who had told on her a*s for trying to stand on the seat and do one of her hair-brained stunts.

Lucky for her I’d been out on a run when she pulled that shit. That was one of the only times I’d gotten mad at her after finding out about the baby. One hard slap to her a*s had put a stop to her bullshit and that was the end of that.

Of course she’d found other ways to get me f****d. I guess I was smothering her a bit but so what? She was mine and she was carrying my kid; if I could fold her up and put her in my pocket I would. That wouldn’t work so instead I settled for watching over her the best I could.

“Colt you’ve got to stop being anal.”

“Meaning?” I was trying to concentrate on the road because it looked like every a*****e with a license was on the streets this morning.

“What was all that stuff back there? The baby’s not even born yet and already you’re child proofing the house?”

“What do you want me to do wait until after he falls the f**k down the stairs?”

“Why are you crazy right now?”

“Why’s that crazy babe? The little f***s grow up way too fast, before you know it he’d be off to college or getting somebody’s daughter pregnant or some fuckery.”

“OMG.”

What the hell was her problem now?

“What?”

“Are you serious right now? Do you even hear yourself?”

“Uh yeah, and I’m making perfect sense, trust me you’ll thank me later. Speaking of which I read somewhere that you have to sign up for pre school ahead of time if you want our little tyke to get into a good one, so I’ve been checking out the best ones in the area online.”

“Arrrrrrrgh, that’s it I’m done. I can’t discuss this anymore, you’ve finally lost it, oh Mylanta.” That was her new cuss word. We’re supposed to be cleaning up our language for when lil man gets here. Good luck with that.

I don’t think I would know how to speak one sentence without the word f**k in it let alone stop using it altogether. I might have to clean it up a bit if I was going to have a little girl though. That thought made my stomach hurt so I put it the f**k out of my head. No girls, that’s the deal breaker, the f**k!

She huffed and sat back, arms folded and lips locked tight. I don’t know what her problem is; it sounds pretty cut and dry to me but that’s just me, I’m a forward thinker.

“Here take this.” I’d just pulled up outside the shop where she still worked because we’d decided to let the company continue as is until after the baby at least. So for now I still get to have my girl all to myself.

I’m going to miss the f**k out of her when she’s gone. I’ve thought about talking her into leaving things as they are but that won’t be fair. She was so excited about it I couldn’t take that away from her.

“What’s this?”

“I juiced spinach and carrots while you were in the shower. You can sip on this all day it’s full of beta carotenes or what the f**k ever.”

“YouColt I drink soda with lunch remember?”

“Not anymore you don’t and you better not let me catch you, that shit’s full of unnecessary bullshit that you don’t need right now.”

“What, you researched that too?” She was trying to be cute.

“Yep.” I didn’t care if she got snippy I’m going to look out for her whether she wants me to or not. She slammed out of the jeep muttering to herself while I brought up the rear.