Fox's Lair: Twisted Iron MC, page 13
“Sure, it does. All I gotta do is spew some sperm inside of her and bang, the deed is done.” He reassures himself as he nods his head.
“Nah, I really think you only get that initial shot. And jealousy isn’t really becoming of you, brother.” I’m enjoying the looks he’s sending in my direction.
“Fuck off,” he mutters as he scoots off his stool. I see him pick up his phone as his fingers rapidly beat out a text. “Just told her she needed another one in her belly and I’m putting it there as soon as she returns,” he hollers over his shoulder.
“Good luck with that one, brother,” I chuckle at his exuberant behavior. If Talia is anything like Nova, she won’t mind the extra loving headed her way. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she convinced him that it actually was a possibility just to make him more of a sex slave. Pregnant women, or at least in my case, have a voracious sexual appetite. Would serve him right for being so damn gullible if it’s not true like I’m thinking. Might have to google that later.
“Did I just hear you have a package to be delivered later on this year?” Merc asks as he takes Edge’s seat.
“Man, you have supersonic hearing or something? You were nowhere near us when I told Edge.”
“Heard him muttering under his breath about his swimmers outrunning yours. What the hell did he mean by that anyways? He’s already knocked Talia up. Anyways, I took his mutterings to mean you’ve also impregnated your old lady.”
“With two.” I hold up two fingers as I say this. His eyes widen further than Edge’s did. “That’s right, brother. My sperm has superpowers.”
“I’m not thinking this is a good competition to win, Fox. It’s twice the diapers, twice the feedings, twice the furniture...you get my point right? It’s gonna be a long time, maybe even years, after they’re born until your dick sees any action,” he proclaims.
“Years! What the fuck, man, don’t put that shit out into the universe. That’s wrong on so many levels, Merc.”
“That happens to be the truth. I’m not feeling sorry for myself with only producing one child at a time. At least once that six-week mark hit, we fucked each other’s brains out while Melodi napped. You’ll have two who most likely won’t ever sleep at the same time. I wish you luck,” he says taking a chug of beer.
“I wonder if Rogue is up to grandfather two other babies?” I inquire out loud.
“Not if your life depended on it,” Rogue overhears us and joins in on the conversation.
“Why not? I thought I was like a son to you.” Playing the guilt card is the best thing I can think of as a comeback. “My kids won’t have a grandpa if you don’t step up to the plate.”
“At the rate you guys are producing, there’s no way I’m becoming the official babysitter. Ain’t happening, Fox.” The smirk he’s holding at bay says more than his words do. He’s fucking with me, in the end, he’ll end up being all of the kids’ surrogate grandfather. Mark my words, he’s a sucker for the little ones.
Novalee
“Oh, good God, yes! Right there,” I can’t help but excitedly moan out my pleasure as the lady giving me my pedicure massages my feet. It came out a little more sexual than intended, but that’s just how damn good it feels. “I needed this.”
“Same, sister,” Harlow sighs. “Since Bane and I have been back from visiting my folks, I’ve only had one, yes as in singular, pedicure,” she complains, holding up her index finger showcasing visually her displeasure. “We should set up a massage spa day soon. My back could also really use a good rub down.”
“I wouldn’t mind a day dedicated to relaxing and being pampered,” Aria agrees. “It would be sexy if Sandman would give me one though. We could end it with baby oil slathered all over us.”
“Dreaming of a day where that becomes a reality,” I agree with her. “I wouldn’t mind rolling around, wrestling while succumbing to my man’s powerful hands.”
“Edge has given me a seductive massage before. It was exhilarating and we ended up having the best sex of my life,” Talia purrs through the memory. It must’ve been one hell of a night by the faraway look she has.
“Is that the night he planted his sperm in your egg?” Outlaw chuckles out the question.
“Umm...could be. Hell, I don’t know, it was around the same time frame,” Talia answers.
“No more massages for you,” Aria snickers, “you’ll be knocked up and barefoot for the rest of your life.”
“Hardee har-har,” Talia replies. “But on a more serious note, I wouldn’t mind another one after this one. I’ve always wanted at least two.”
“Well, Fox managed that in one shot,” I announce. The girls all stop, turn and stare at me before erupting in squeals.
“You’re preggers with twins?” Aria shockingly asks. “When did you find out and why didn’t I know about this?”
“When she found out, she was in hysterics. It took her a bit to settle down and accept the news,” Shara shares. “She and Fox stayed locked up in her room the whole evening after they found out.”
“Shara! Mind your p’s and q’s,” I admonish her. “There is such a thing as oversharing you know?”
“Girl, not in this group. I even know most of y’alls underwear preferences,” Outlaw blurts out. The technician working on me turns a shade of bright pink. If she plans to continue working with us in the future, she’ll have hide that blush and get used to overhearing the words we speak. None of us are perfect and we curse just as loud and proud as our men do. Sailors don’t have shit on us. We spend the next several hours visiting baby stores, gossiping about our men, and shopping till their cards are maxed out. Yes, each one of us used our men’s credit cards; they handed them out, and we happily accepted them.
It was a good day. I immensely enjoyed spending some much needed quality time with my girls.
17
Fox
Novalee just hit the twenty-five-week mark in her pregnancy. We are on our way to her ultrasound appointment. It’s not the first time we’ll see our babies on the monitor, but each time they are doing something new and exciting. Last time, baby A was sucking its thumb, while baby B was kicking its feet. Today, we have the option of learning our babies sexes. Nova is undecided; however, I want to know if I need to invest in an ammo company or purchase a lifetime supply of condoms.
“Nova, it makes more sense to know than to not. We need to paint their room, purchase clothes, pick out names. You name it, we need to do it,” I plead with her.
“Most of those things can be done after the babies come, Fox,” she tries to reason.
“So where are the babies gonna sleep if we don’t have their furniture, their room painted and clothes purchased?” I remind her in case her memory has taken a hit, putting emphasis on the main words.
“We’ll buy unisex items, Fox. Parents do it all the time,” she tosses out as a nonchalant rebuttal.
“My boys will not be wearing yellow. If they take after their daddy, that color won’t go well with their complexion. And girls, pastel green, just doesn’t do it for me.” I shake my head. “Especially if they have my eye color, Nova. When have you ever seen me in green?” I hold up my hand to stop her before she even has a chance to answer seeing as my question is rhetorical anyway. “That’s right, you haven’t. Wanna know why? Because it tries to steal the show. And I’m not talking about your gorgeous set of emerald orbs, my love. Pastel green would just dim those, too.” I fold my arms across my chest and again shake my head.
“Fox, you’re being absolutely ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes causing me to glare in her direction.
“It’s not ridiculous for a man to want footballs and Harleys for his boys, and flowers and princesses for his girls. Get with the program, Nova.” I snap my fingers in her direction. She grabs them with her hand and all but growls. No wonder she’s so damn feisty, she must be part werewolf or demon. Fuck, my kids are gonna be the laughingstock of their school the first time they shift. We might need to consider putting them into private school if that’s the case.
“What just put that look on your face, Fox? What have you come up with in your mind?”
“Oh, nothing except what big teeth you have, my dear,” I joke, as I plaster a dramatic grin purposely across my face.
“What the hell are you going on about? Are our children going to catch your looney sense of humor?” she fires back.
“Only if they’re lucky,” I quip. I mean hell, Nova and I are picture perfect, I can’t even imagine how beautiful our children will be. “If they’re girls, I’m gonna have Pyro weld us some chastity belts. If they’re boys, I’m stocking up on…” She smacks me in the chest, halting my words.
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Fox.”
“Novalee, are you ready?” the nurse, whose name escapes me, that we usually see, asks.
“Hi, Becky, yeah, we’re ready,” she excitedly answers. Becky! That’s her name.
“Becky,” I nod my head at her, pretending as if I knew her name all along.
“Okay, so today...,” she begins, then loses me. All of the babbling is the same damn thing each and every time we come. I simply follow their lead and do as directed. I find it’s easier and less of a headache if I do things this way. Plus, all the medical mumbo jumbo annoys the shit out of me and goes over my head. All the talks I managed to pay attention to at our first appointment had me cringing as they talked about embryos, sack fluid, mucus plugs… that one, when it was explained in explicit detail, made my stomach roll. After that, I started to tune things out.
“Did you hear what she said, Fox?” Nova turns a skeptical eye in my direction.
“Yeah,” I hastily reply...it’s all a damn lie though. Which I’m hoping she won’t call me out on in front of nurse Becky.
“What did she say then?” she glaringly asks.
“To follow her,” I shrug my shoulders, hoping I got it right.
“You’re a lost cause, Fox.”
Arguing with her, I simply say, “Am not.” Then follow it up by sticking my tongue out at her.
“Mature. Real mature, Fox.” She rolls her eyes in my direction.
Wounded by her words, I grasp my chest and let out a fake ‘oomph’. “You slay me, Nova.”
“In your wildest fantasies, Fox. For now, we’ll keep the sword tucked away.”
“He doesn’t want to come out to play with you right now anyways, Nova. Show me my babies, woman.”
“As I was previously saying,” Becky interrupts our banter, “we’ll be checking measurements to make sure everything is growing properly. We’ll be checking the amniotic fluid.” And, I tune that shit out again. Fucking disgusting, I can murder, maim and torture a man, but when conversation turns to women’s bodily fluids and reproductive organs, I’m out.
“I think we just lost him again,” Nova says, capturing my attention. “Where did you go, Fox? Your mind must be a scary place.”
“He seems to be with us until the talk of fluids comes up.” The traitorous nurse Becky thunders out in laughter.
“Men,” Nova says while rolling her eyes again. Fucking great, now I’m in the grouped category of all men. Spectacular. “Wait until after the babies are born and I bleed for six weeks.”
“Six weeks! That’s preposterous.” I’m freaking the fuck out here. Not because I know sex is off the table for an allotted amount of time, but because Nova is not a friendly person to be around when her bloody friend comes for a visit. For one week every month while we were still doing the benefits thing, I was chastised for every morsel, and action, of what she deemed as being ‘inappropriate’.
“She can’t have sexual intercourse for that same amount of time,” Becky informs me.
“Wait, let me get this shit straight,” I huff out, “I can’t fuck my old lady for six damn weeks? That’s ludicrous, who came up with that long period of time? He and I need to have a talk.”
“It’s for the health of your wife.” Becky looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Neither one of us corrects the wrong verbiage. She’s my old lady, but one day, she will wear my ring on her finger. I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page before I make that leap.
“Got it, her pussy is on lockdown,” I disappointingly state. “Wouldn’t want to damage that in any way shape or form.”
“Fox!” Nova scolds me in outrage. “Why don’t you practice quiet time and let the adults talk now.” What am I, in preschool?
“Whatever, can we just see the babies now?” I’m completely over being the bad guy here.
“Yes, follow me.” Nurse Ratchet, I mean Becky says.
“Everything is measuring as it should be,” the technician informs us. “Would you like to know the sex of your babies?”
Nova looks up at me and I all but silently plead with her to say yes. “You know what, I think I would like to know,” she states. I want to jump up and down like a damn cheerleader when I win this round.
“Thank you, gorgeous.” Leaning over, I plant a short kiss to her lips. “This means so much to me.”
“I know it does, it’s why I’m giving in, Fox. I think you’re right, we should know so we can argue over names now instead of the day our kids are born.” It’s an excuse she’s using, but I’ll happily take it. Deep down, I know she doesn’t really want to know, but she’s giving this to me. I shouldn’t feel so smug that she’s giving me my way, but I can’t help but feel the excitement brewing in the air that we’ll have the knowledge in a few short minutes of what we’ll be having. Please God, if you care for my sanity, and beautiful head of hair, you’ll give me boys.
“Now, they’re not identical as we’ve been over before. But, congratulations, you are the proud parents to be, of two little girls.”
“Fox!” I hear my name screamed from Nova’s lips before darkness engulfs me.
Novalee
The technician and I jump and run over to where Fox is sprawled out on the floor. “Holy hell, death by daughters, that’s a new one,” the technician laughs.
“He’s dead?” I sob out. Looking down, I see his chest heaving up and down. “He’s breathing!”
“I’m sorry, Novalee. We usually don’t have dads pass out when they find out the sex of their babies, that usually takes place in the delivery room. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Can you help me rouse him? I don’t like him on the floor like this.” I begin softly patting his cheek, when that doesn’t work, I slap him hard across his face. “Fox, get your ass up, I don’t have time for this shit,” I hiss, finally having had enough.
“Haven’t we talked about you hitting me before?” he asks as his eyes flutter open and his hand comes up to cup his cheek. “Fuck, that hurts, Nova.”
“I wasn’t fixing to let you check out and leave me to raise two little girls all on my own. You’ve got another thing coming, mister, if you think I’ll ever let you off that easily.”
“I’m not going anywhere, there’s no reason to sucker punch me, woman.”
“I did not punch you! Get up, Fox, it’s time to go home. I’ve had all I can take today,” I mumble under my breath about men who have vaginas and how I’ve got bigger balls than he does.
“I beg to differ, my balls are way bigger than yours,” he decrees. “Wanna compare, hey techie girl, you wanna be our judge?” The technician doesn’t blush, no she’s downright the color of a ripped tomato.
“Um, I’m just gonna print these pictures out and leave you two alone so you can settle this.” She rushes through, tosses the photos on the table and hauls ass out of the room.
“See what you did, Fox?” Nova lays the blame at my feet.
“Me? You’re the one who started it, I’m just wrapping things up, beautiful.”
“Whatever, let’s just go. I’m not only the proud mother to be of twin girls, but a man child too, it seems.” I stomp over, grabbing my purse, not even bothering to wipe the gel from my stomach. I’ll just take a damn shower when I get home. Right now, I’m so embarrassed. I want to get the hell out of here and hide in a damn hole. Maybe dig one to bury him in while I’m at it. I’ll ask Talia the best way to bury a carcass without having to smell the rotting flesh.
18
Fox
I sulkingly follow Nova from the doctor’s office. This day didn’t go anywhere near how I envisioned it. I thought we’d fuss a little with each other about finding out the sex of the babies, then we’d embrace each other in joy when we were told what we were having. She would be tag teaming me with girls. What did I do wrong in my life to get all of the grey hairs I’m sure to receive from the three of them? I’m going to go home and count my guns, I’m pretty positive I don’t own as many as I’m going to need. With my luck, they’ll look just like me and be swarming with little dicks following them around everywhere. The thought alone has me seething inside and they aren’t even born yet.
As we make it to the parking lot, I see all of my brothers riding in on their bikes. They’re surrounding a truck that I recognize as Edge’s. “Did you call in the cavalry when I passed out? Do they really need to be privy to me passing out like a little bitch? That’s an all-time new low, Nova.”
“I didn’t call anyone, Fox. Fuck, I should’ve recorded it and put it on the internet, though. It’d serve you right for the way you acted today.”
“Let me see your phone, Nova.” I wouldn’t put it past her to have done exactly that. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you have blackmail material on me. Nope, no Siree Bob. You’ll just have to get your cheap thrills somewhere else, Novalee.”
“You’re so damn frustrating, Fox,” she angrily bestows her words upon me. “You need to grow up, I’m not supposed to be raising you alongside our daughters.”
“Yo, Fox!” Rogue calls out to me as all of the engines silence.
