Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 37
LOTTIE
“He’s not coming over again, is he?” Emma asks. I haven’t told her about the baby yet. I wanted to make sure I was far enough along before we make any announcement, which means I still have weeks to wait.
“Are you really complaining?” I ask her. She crosses her arms over her chest.
“What?”
“The sounds you make with Barry, I mean, doesn’t he have his own place?” I argue with her.
“Well, yes, but he’s had other women over there and I refuse to go there.” She raises a brow in triumph.
The noises that come out of the room would make anyone want to leave the building, I've heard of people who have had great sex before but these two take it to a whole new level, the screaming of his name, the chuckle when she calls him god.
I get the sex is good. I haven’t had sex with Whiskey since the night we got back. He comes over, sleeps in my bed with my new mattress I got, leaves before I wake, and that’s it.
He calls during the day, and sometimes he even sends me food. He waits for me at the bar when I close up, and he drives me home.
It’s weird, this new predicament we are in.
He’s always been the one in charge. And now I am not giving him that power.
Though, I am missing his bed.
“You hardly even see Whiskey, I remind her.
“Well, I do, and I’m still on the train of I hate him for you.”
“That’s so sweet, but not necessary. I’m getting off that train and learning to try to trust him.”
“You think he can be trusted?” she asks me.
“Barry, you think he can be trusted?” I ask her.
“Yes, he never blackmailed me.” She goes really quiet. “You know he’s into some real dark people, I mean he provides security for some of the worse and covers their tracks.” I have never once thought of Whiskey as an angel.
Never.
And I know he has a temper. Especially when it comes to men around me.
And that should bother me more, but lately. It doesn’t.
I start making myself a sandwich as the door opens, and in walks Barry and Whiskey, Whiskey holds a bag, and I can smell the food automatically. My morning sickness has eased off a bit if I’m careful with what I eat.
Picking up the bread I put it to my mouth.
“Should you be eating that?” I pause confused at Whiskeys words.
“Did you just question what Lottie is eating, who are you?” Emma says to him, but he ignores her.
“It’s processed meats,” he says directly to me. I give my best what the fuck stare.
“What would you care? Oh, gosh. Please don’t tell me he is some clean-eating freak nut. I can’t deal! I eat chocolate way too much to deal with that.”
I put the sandwich down and wipe my hands on my shorts.
“Ok.”
Emma’s eyes go wild as she looks at me.
“Did you just agree? Are you in there?” Emma waves a hand in front of my face. “Don’t let him control you like your father does.”
“He doesn’t,” I tell her.
She points to the sandwich. “So, eat it.”
“I can’t,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“Emma, let’s go to bed.” Barry walks over, and when he does, I look up and know he knows straight away. Whiskey walks over and starts pulling the food out of the bag. I instantly gag and turn to the sink and throw up what I ate earlier.
“I’m not going to bed, what is wrong with you Lottie, you are acting crazy, like some pregnant….” Her words end. I turn the water on and wipe my face. “Are you pregnant?”
“She can’t eat processed meats,” Whiskey clarifies.
“And why is that?” Emma asks.
“Yes, I am,” I confirm.
“Emma.” Barry rubs her shoulders as she stands there staring at me.
“So why are you living here?” she asks.
“I need to be sure I want to move in with him. I need it to be my choice.” She turns to Whiskey.
“And here you are annoying her, pressuring her.” She shakes her head. Whiskey says nothing, just continues to plate up the food.
“Emma.” I try to calm her down. “I’m having a baby.”
“I know,” she says, turning back to me. I watch as her eyes soften. “I’m happy for you.” Then she starts crying. “I’m more pissed he knew before me.” She points to Whiskey. I can’t help but laugh at that and pull her in for a cuddle.
“You can be the godmother.”
“Do I get a say?” Whiskey asks.
“No,” Emma and I say at the same time.
“Seems fair.” He says and pushes towards me a soup. “Try thistle, the lady swore by it on an empty stomach.”
“We will need a baby’s room,” Emma says.
“Ummm, let’s just slow down on that, for now at least.”
“Yes, let’s slow down.” Whiskey eyes me, I walk over to him and try the soup, when I don’t immediately feel sick, I continue. Standing behind me he wraps his hands around me and leans in.