12. Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Blanche

I finish wiping the last bench and decide now would be the perfect time to sneak off. “I’m off Mama Debs, thank you so much for breakfast,” I whisper in her ear, giving her shoulder a squeeze. After we unwrapped all the gifts Debs went straight into breakfast mode, bossing the three prospects around like she was Gordon Ramsey.

“Anytime, dear. Now why don’t you go have a nap while I keep Tav busy helping me out here.” She gives me a wink and I grin back.

Taking a quick look around I make sure no one will notice me. Not that they would. Sage is helping out here in the kitchen, which very handily puts her in Takoda’s orbit. I see her giving him moony eyes. She notices me, rolling hers when she sees my wide-eyed stare and raised brows. I raise my hand, pointing my fingers at my eyes, then at her, then back to me. The little sass pot just grins at me and goes back to chatting with Takoda.

“She’ll be fine, momma,” Debs says, then hip bumps me toward the door.

I know Sage will be fine. She takes after me, of course. Not to mention Niko has her back, as dos Tav and the rest of the men around here. It’s just that, she’s my baby. My little girl. No matter how old she gets she always will be. So will the others. They’re all my babies. My chest starts feeling a little tight and my lip starts to wobble. Then my head starts pounding and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. Oh hell no. No, no way. I’ve been extra tired lately and a little moody. Maybe it’s perimenopause? You get all teary and emotional with perimenopause don’t you? Shit.

I check the Littles, seeing they’re busy playing with their new toys with the MC brothers, then I hightail it into Tav’s room, kicking the door shut and diving into the luxurious pillows Tav has piled up high. Even though we had a late night last night, and then got up early thanks to the Littles demanding we get up, he still made the bed and piled them high. So I can cry into them.

Shit, shit shit. I need reinforcements. Wrestling my phone out of my sweatpants, because who the hell wears real pants on Christmas Day, I send a panic text to my girl gang and anxiously wait. Which is about 30 seconds before I hear the pattering of feet coming down the hall.

Bang! “Whoops, sorry Chomper!” sounds out on the other side of the door before it’s kicked in, Chewy’s hair and eyes wild.

“What’s the SOS? Has someone been kidnapped? Someone know sensitive information that you need extracted? A rescue perhaps?”

I stare at her as she looks around the room as if I’ve hidden a hostage or something. Damn, Tav’s right. She really does need to cut something or someone up. “Um, no, none of those things.”

“Ok, we’re here! The babies are both down, their dads are on watch and we came as quickly as our stitches would allow,” Ana announces, her and Nat high fiving each other as they shuffle into the room and take a seat on the bed.

“Damn, this place is niiiiice!” Nat says, looking around. “Tav must have done all this, I’ve seen your place.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with my place?”

“Nothing. It’s just a lived-in family home, full of memories and cushions that don’t match.” She shrugs, smiling up at Remy and Lovely as the two nicest members of the gang walk in. Remy raises her brows at me indicating the door and I nod, watching as she closes it gently.

“OK, Blanche, what’s with the SOS?” Nat asks, sinking into the cushions next to me.

I take a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Before I can open my mouth the door opens and my brothers come running in, giggling like little girls. They shut the door, turn and freeze as the girl gang stares back at them.

“Can we help you, gentlemen?” I ask, squinting at Vic, Chris and Dom. When they don’t answer I raise my brow ever so slowly, then glare. I have shit to talk through with my girls and I can’t do that with those three in here. They’ll blab.

Vic tilts his head, brows pinching as he stares at me. His eyes widen and they dart toward Dom and Chris as they shrink back into the closed door.

“What are they doing? Why do they look like that?” Chewy asks, staring at the three idiots who are trying to open the door without breaking eye contact with me. As if I’m going to jump off the bed and eat them alive.

“They know something they shouldn’t know,” Ana says, amusement in her voice.

“Really?” Chewy replies, a little too excited. “Tell me your secrets gator men,” she says menacingly, taking a step toward them.

They look at each other, then back to Chewy. “She’s pregnant!” One or all of them yell before Vic gets the door open and they flee.

Five sets of eyes all turn back to me. Four of them wide, one of them narrowed.

“Wait, how old are you? Aren’t you older than Tav? That would definitely put you in the geriatric pregnancy category,” Chewy announces at the same time Lovely starts to tear up and whisper about Christmas miracles.

Remy is beaming at me, her hands silently clapping at the news while Ana grimaces and crosses her legs a little.

I turn my gaze to Nat. “I should have just called you.”

She grins at that and then claps her hands, getting everyone’s attention. “Who of you has a pregnancy test in their room?”

It’s dead silent, then Remy slowly raises her hand. “We’ve not been trying, but we’ve not not been trying either. I have a couple in my room. Wait right here.”

She scuttles off down the hall and I can feel my anxiety rising every second that she’s away.

“Tav is a good dad. He loves kids and he will love any more you have,” Chewy says in all seriousness. “You will need to have extra tests and visits to monitor the health of the fetus, what with you being old and all.”

Ana snorts so hard that she gives herself a coughing fit and I don’t have any sympathy for her.

“Here is it! Go in there and pee sister!” Remy tosses the test on the bed and I stare at it like it’s going to bite me.

“You can do this Blanche. You’re an amazing mother,” Lovely coos, smiling gently at me and she rocks Bee back and forth in her front pack.

“You’re right. I’m a fucking badass. I raised four kids on my own. I can raise four kids and a baby. I’m not alone, I have the best man I’ve ever met who loves me and will support me. Let’s do this!” I snatch up the test in my fist, raise it high and let out a battle cry.

“Um, what’s happening?”

Tav

I stare at the six members of the girl gang as they whoop and holler, led by my Ol Lady who is standing on the bed, a white stick held high in her fist as she makes that Xena war cry sound.

“A Christmas miracle,” Lovely whispers, then pecks me on the cheek on her way out, the other women slowly following behind her. Well, all bar Chewy who is standing in the room looking from my Pixie, to me and then back again.

“Oh, I guess I better leave too.” She shrugs, then does a 73 point turn, trying to maneuver Chomper’s stroller out of the small space.

Pixie and I watch with rapt fascination as she finally manages to get out the door, then slamming it behind her.

“So, that was weird, right?”

Blanche looks down at me from her place on the bed, and nods. Her dark eyes are huge and she looks pale.

“Pixie, are you OK? Did you eat something weird?”

She holds her hand out to me and I take a good look. It’s a little stick thing and I have no clue what it is until I notice the open box on the bed, the picture on the front a smiley, pregnant woman.

“Pixie?” My voice comes out hoarse, and I clench my fists to stop my hands from shaking. I’m not sure if the swirling in my gut is excitement or fear. I mean, I’m already a father. I have four kids out in the common room, each of them filling my heart with equal amounts of love and fear. But a baby? A baby I made with my Ol Lady? They’re tiny and helpless and holy shit what if I ruin them!

“Tav! Babe, sit down!” Pixie launches herself at me and I can’t not catch her in my arms. Her weight brings me to my knees on the bed and she bodily moves me until we’re lying on my cushion collection. “Are you OK? I mean, I may not be pregnant. I could have perimenopause,” she says, trying to soothe me.

I roll my head to the side to look at her, my beautiful Pixie. “Babe, we’ve been slack with condoms and it’s been weeks since I remember your last shark week.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Do you, do you think you’ll be happy if it’s positive?” Her brow pinches and she looks up at me worriedly.

“Patience Blanche Landry. I love you. With everything in me. Having a family with you is more than I had ever dreamed of. Whether it’s just the four out there, or whether it’s our four out there and one in here,” I rest my palm on her soft belly, “I would be honored to do life, this life with you.”

She stares at me, as if trying to find the lie, but she will never find one. I was made to be the father of her children. “I love you Tav.” She presses her lips to mine in a sweet kiss. “I’m going to pee.”

“And I’ll hold your hand.”

“Ah, I’m gonna need you not to, dude. Maybe just stand outside the door and don’t listen, yeah?”

“Fine. But we’re gonna have to pop that ‘pee in front of each other’ cherry sooner or later.”

She screws up her face as she walks into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. “We’ll never be that couple. I want to keep a little mystery between us.”

“How can you when I’ll be down the business end helping birth my baby?”

“No way Octavius Tombs!” she splutters.

I smile to myself as my little plan worked. My woman is much better working through big emotions and ideas when she’s a little irritated. And I feel like her working through the thought of being pregnant is a big thing to work through.

There’s some rustling on the other side of the door, then the flushing of the toilet and running water.

“OK. It’s done. We will know our fate in 3 minutes. Distract me.”

“Three minutes you say?” I waggle my brows at her as I pull her into my arms.

We have three minutes on the pregnancy test clock, and I have about ten minutes before I’m needed back in the kitchen for the dinner service. Plenty of time to relax my woman. Pulling her into my arms, I run my hands down her back, gripping her luscious ass before working my way back up, all the way to the nape of her neck, squeezing a little then moving up a little further and cupping the back of her head as I lean forward and devour her plump pink lips.

She moans into the kiss, giving me access to taste her. I move her head slightly, deepening the kiss and tugging on her short dark strands, mussing up her cute little pixie cut.

“Tav, please, I need you now.” Her hands move to rub my hard length, the denim not thick enough to stop the heat of her hand branding my cock as hers, hers alone.

Dropping to my knees I yank her sweatpants and panties down in one smooth movement, not even waiting for her to step out of them. I lean into her and flick her clit with my tongue, gripping her thick thighs I move her to where I need her to be - making love to my mouth.

“Ah, shit, yes, fuck Tav, your tongue, holy shit.” She’s panting and riding my tongue, chasing her pleasure and there is nowhere I’d rather be than on my knees lapping at her sweet pussy.

Giving her thighs a little squeeze I release them, one hand moving up to circle her tight hole, the other moving above, stroking through the fine hairs on her mound to find that little button that makes her go wild. Applying pressure to her clit I take her plump lower lips into my mouth and suck gently as I curl my fingers and tap at the rough patch inside her.

“Tav!” Her hands fly to the top of my head, gripping on for dear life as she bucks wildly, her legs shaking as the pressure of her release erupts. I look up the length of her body and I’m fucking awe struck. My Pixie is stunningly beautiful as she relishes in her pleasure.

I drink the last of her sweet cream, then gather her in my arms as the last of the aftershocks jolt through her, her legs no longer able to hold her up. I expect her to snuggle into my arms, fully sated and ready for a nap, but I’m mistaken.

Quick as a flash she has my zipper open and my cock poking through the gaping denim, her mouth on me in such hunger that I let out a high pitched yelp. I would be embarrassed but my eyes have rolled into the back of my head and all my nerve endings are on fire as she sucks the soul right out of my dick.

“Fuck, baby, that mouth! Holy shit, I’m not going to last,” I gasp, my hips thrusting into her hot wet mouth without my say so. That’s how far gone I am for this woman. Seeing those thick pink lips wrapped around the mushroom head of my throbbing cock undoes me.

I cup her face, trying to move her off so I don’t come in her mouth, but Pixie has other ideas. Taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing as I unload into her hot little mouth with a long, low groan. I fall back on my ass, my head lolling on my shoulders. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of gagging. I should know that sound, Rider makes it all the time.

“Fuck, Pixie, are you OK sweetheart?” I blink the post orgasmic haze out of my eyes just in time to see her make a dash to the toilet and throw up.

I follow her, ignoring my softening manhood hanging out the front of my jeans and rub her back.

“Ugh, sorry babe, that wasn’t quite the finish I was going for,” she says, slumping down onto the floor.

“I tried to move you off but you were like a dog with a bone,” I say, chuckling when she replies “Boner.”

“Help me up and we can rinse our mouths, don’t want pussy and cock breath for Christmas,” she grins up at me.

We gently tussle, trying to get to the basin first before we both clock the test on the sink and freeze.

“Is that?”

“Yup. Two lines.”

“That means?” I gulp, my stomach fizzing with love and fear and excitement and I feel like on Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas, Tav.”