One Night with the CEO

We're going to be ok

Delilah

The move went smoothly and I am taking evening classes after working in the shop with uncle Brian. The guys weren’t too happy about a nineteen year old stripper working in the shop until they saw me work. I hadn’t touched a wrench since my dad died but it feels like I never stopped. The tools were an extension of me that had been missing for so long. It’s not the same location it had been when my dad and Brian were working together. Neither one of them owned it; they simply worked there. Brian said that soon after I left he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to own something that is his. No boss to answer to. Just him and his guys building what they loved. I was helping them on a tricky repair that some of the guys were struggling with.

“That’s because you guys have sausage fingers and I don’t,” I said when I easily fit my hand where they couldn’t. I was glad it was my left wrist that was broken and not my right. I’d die of boredom if my dominant hand was f****d. “Just wait until I get this thing off my arm. I’ll have all you assholes out of a job.” I laughed.

After that I was one of the guys. They farted and made terrible jokes around me. They openly checked out our female customers until I kicked their asses in gear which the women appreciated.

Seth pulled up in front of the shop and honked his horn. I came running out in my denim cut off short shorts, too small shop shirt that was tied right under my boobs, and a bandana wrapped around my head knotted in the front and of course my steel toed work boots. I went back to my natural black hair color because now that I’m not dancing anymore I don’t see the need to maintain the blonde hair. It was so much work.

“Damn girl. You can take the girl out of the strip club,” he says laughing.

“But you can’t take the stripper out of the girl,” I laughed finishing his thought. “Let’s get me to the doctor. I am so ready to get this thing off my arm.”

We head off to my doctor who removes the cast and tests my arm strength. She refers me to a physical therapist that says I should be back to full function within a couple more weeks.

“Ok but when can I dance again?” I ask her.

“You’re not coming back to the club,” Seth says.

“No but I still plan on coaching some of the girls and the sooner I can do that the sooner I can make some extra cash on the side,” I say.

“Why do you need cash?” Seth asks.

“Because as nice as the townhouse is. It’s completely bare. I want real furniture. And a patio swing for my little backyard. I’m trying to convince Brian to put in a hot tub,” I say.

“Yes! When can she dance?” Seth asks the therapist.

“I’d say two more weeks. She healed beautifully and she needs to strengthen her muscles. Do the exercises I taught you and I’ll see you here in two weeks to fully clear you,” he says.

“Yay! Thank You. Thank You,” I say, jumping up and down. I’m suddenly dizzy and need to sit down.

“What the f**k. Are you ok?” Seth asks.

“I’m fine. Apparently my happy dance was too much,” I say.

“Are you getting sick?” He asks, touching my forehead.

“No mom. I just haven’t eaten today,” I say.

“Why not?” He asks like a mother hen.

“I was busy in the shop,” I say. “We’ll pick something up on the way home.”

“Ok, sounds good. Just don’t hurl in my car,” he says.

“How am I going to barf on an empty stomach?” I ask.

“Touché,” he says. “Let’s go hot stuff before I jump the sexy physical therapist over there.”

Kyle’s cheeks turn pink and he pretends to be writing something in his notebook.

We haul butt out of there and go pick up some food at the little corner deli on the end of my block. As we’re waiting for our food my stomach does another summersault.

“Excuse me. Where is your bathroom?” I ask.

“Back hallway. Here’s the key,” the older man says.

I take off down the hallway and dry heave into the toilet. Just great. I finally get my cast off and now I have the flu.

“Feeling better?” Seth asks, handing me a ginger ale and some crackers.

“I would if anything came out. Let’s get home so I can lay down,” I say. 

We get back to the house and I lay down on the futon while Seth takes the chair.

“When did you start feeling all barfy?” Seth asks, messing with his phone.

“I don’t know. The last day or two. I think I’m getting the flu,” I say.

“I don’t think it’s the flu sweetie,” Seth says looking up from his phone.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I’m going through our messages and it’s been about two months since our last vampire diaries and ice cream weekend,” he says.

“Yeah so?” I ask.

“Which means you haven’t gotten your period in two months moron,” Seth says.

“Yeah but that would mean…” I say.

“That loverboy Jake got you pregnant,” he says.

“f**k. What am I going to do? I don’t even know his last name. I’m only nineteen and I’m going to have a baby,” I say.

“Calm your t**s. We still don’t know if you’re pregnant,” Seth said.

“Go!” I yell at him. 

He grabs his wallet and runs out the door back to the corner store. He comes back five minutes later with a bag. I am chugging a bottle of water getting ready to take the most important test of my life.

“Why did you buy so many?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I am a gay man buying a pregnancy test. I panicked ok,” Seth says. “Just pee in the cup and we’ll go from there.”

I pee in a red solo cup and Seth puts on my rubber kitchen gloves and uses a dropper to put my pee on two of the tests. He dipped the other two into the cup and put the caps back on. The last one said I needed to pee directly on the test for five seconds so I am chugging another bottle of water while Seth holds the test out to me. After I pee on it I place the cap on it and Seth sets the timer for five minutes to give each test time to work.

“I can’t watch,” I say. I go back into the living room and wait on the futon with a wet towel over my eyes. I close my eyes and place both hands over my flat stomach. I lay there for a bit before I began talking, “Hey little baby. I don’t know if you’re in there but I want you to know that I love you so much. You were made from one of the best moments of my life and I’ll love you until the end of time. I don’t know what your daddy will think if he ever comes to know about you but we’ll deal with that when or if it ever happens. You’re going to be surrounded by so much love. You’ll have your Grandpa Mark and Grandma Patty, Grandpa Brian, and uncle Seth. All the girls at the club are going to go bananas over you. You’ll have me and all the guys at the shop to teach you about bikes and cars. And one day you’ll inherit the shop from me. We’re going to be ok. I promise,” I say. “What’s taking your uncle Seth so long kiddo?”

I sit up, letting the cloth fall from my eyes. Seth is standing there holding five pregnancy tests in my yellow rubber gloves with a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m going to be an uncle,” he says.

“Damn right you are,” I say.

He drops the tests on the floor and scoops me up into his arms giving me the biggest hug.

“I love you Delilah Rae Morgan,” Seth says.

“I love you too asshat,” I say to Seth.