dad is important to me,” Jinx replies, his hand on my shoulder in solidarity.
The woman is clearly into him, but he wouldn’t stand beside me and hit on her. It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ve told him so in the past but he says it would be disrespectful to do that in front of his kid—insert eye roll.
Truth is, Jinx is just as possessive over me in public as Rocker is, even though it’s more of a protective role than the alpha ownership Rocker is known for. He’ll kick a guy in the teeth for having the audacity to even look in my direction, but that doesn’t stop the guys from messing with me when it happens, teasing me, especially Rocker who leans in to whisper filthy stuff in my ear because we both have sex on the brain constantly since we aren’t actually having intercourse.
The first time he saw a man sneakily trying to watch me from across a restaurant he got close and whispered, “That man is wondering how sweet your pussy is. Should I go tell him that you taste divine?”
It made my back straighten and anxiety took over so much that I couldn’t finish my meal, but when we got back to the apartment, he didn’t hit me. He didn’t hurt me for having the audacity to catch another man’s eye in public like Jeremy had done on numerous occasions. After a while, it sort of became a game to us. Even if men weren’t watching me, he’d get me revved up in public. I think he likes the way my cheeks heat with embarrassment before arousal peaks my nipples.
“He can’t keep his eyes off those amazing tits of yours.”
“He’s wishing your lips were around his cock.”
“That man is going to go home and fuck his wife while pretending you’re the one moaning under him.”
I flush with the memories, as I lie back on the table. Those situations get me hot, but if the tables were turned, I’d lose my shit. I don’t want women looking at Rocker the way he says men look at me. But I guess that’s my own insecurities, my own demons whispering in my head. Guilt from the accusations I tossed his way a couple days ago hit me in the chest. I accused him of cheating or hooking up with other women. I told him if he wasn’t fucking me, then it meant he was fucking someone else, and at the time I wholeheartedly believed it. All the while, they were working themselves to exhaustion each day to get the house ready for us to move in. I ruined the surprise with my insecurities.
“Hey.” I turn my head to look at Rocker, finding him with his brow drawn together. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I give him a weak smile.
If I voiced my self-doubt every time it made its way into my thoughts, both of these guys would’ve hit the road long ago. It took me two weeks to build up the courage to confront them on where they were going every damn day, and even when I opened my mouth, I was terrified the conversation would end up with me alone.
“Are you ready?” the bubbly technician asks as she motions for me to lift my shirt.
“Ready,” I tell her with a smile.
“Do we know what we’re having?” She presses a few buttons on the machine. “Most parents aren’t shocked by the time they reach this scan.”
“We don’t know yet,” I say at the same time Jinx chimes in with, “It’s a boy.”
We all laugh. Well us women laugh. The guys don’t see the humor.
Truth is, I declined the test to determine the gender earlier in my pregnancy because it was another test to have to pay for. The bills are stacking up back at the apartment, and eventually I’m going to have to start paying on them.
Cold jelly hits my stomach, and I refocus every ounce of my attention on the little screen.
Rocker squeezes my hand, and Jinx places his palm on my thigh, all of us grinning when we get the first look of the baby. I can’t tell what’s what on the screen, but the miracle of it still makes me giddy.
“Wow,” Jinx whispers, his fingers flexing on my leg.
“Yeah,” Rocker agrees.
“Just going to get some measurements here.” She clicks away, dragging a line from one side to the other before moving the wand to do it again. “Exciting, right?”
The technician smiles at Jinx, and I have to give her