Jett

6 - What am I doing?

Maria

I’d spat it out without even thinking about it. Jett didn’t deserve to know like that, but after what Hammer did to me, I was just too upset to think about anything else.

Jett told me to get in the car, and he’d drive. I let him because I didn’t think I’d be able to move the car if I tried. That’s why I’d been sitting for so long without leaving before he came rushing over.

He asked me on the drive to the hospital whether or not I’d be telling Draven about what Hammer did. I told him no. I don’t want my brothers to fight, no matter what my biker brother did to me. My Mafia Don brother would do far worse to Hammer than push him down if he found out.

A doctor saw us right away. Everyone knows who Draven is, meaning they know who I am, meaning they treat me like some sort of goddamned royalty. I didn’t care who knew who I was as long as they helped me. The Doctor told me to change into a ridiculous paper gown, removing everything beneath.

Now I’m lying on the bed with my feet shoulder-width apart and my knees together while she performs an internal exam. I can’t seem to open my eyes.

I’ve thought so much these past few days since I learned about the baby. Thinking about whether or not Jett would go for my proposal and marry me so the baby would not only know its father but I wouldn’t be shamed and shunned by my family. Thinking about what I would do if he told me he didn’t want the baby.

Whom could I turn to?

What would Draven say?

However, I didn’t give much thought to the actual baby inside of me.

What would it feel like if he or she was no longer there?

It’s killing me.

The Doctor finishes the internal exam and then tells me she will perform an ultrasound. I keep my eyes closed the whole time.

“Maria?”

I slowly open my eyes and look at Dr. Halloway, a slender woman of around forty years of age, as Jett takes my hand. That simple gesture isn’t something I expected from a man like Jett, a biker.

That sounds prejudiced, and I guess it is. However, I always had bikers down as demons with no soul and even less compassion.

“Do you see this?” I follow her finger to the screen and nod slightly. I can see very clearly what that is, and my heart is beating harder because of it.

“What is it?” Jett asks. I wouldn’t have, I don’t know what to say right now, but I do have to laugh at his naivety.

How can he possibly not see the perfect little baby on that screen?

“That’s your baby.”

“Our baby,” He whispers in wonder, which makes me smile.

We both gasp at the sound of our baby’s heartbeat coming through the speakers on the wall loud and clear.

“Jett,” I whisper as a tear falls from my eye.

“Everything looks just fine.” The Doctor smiles at me.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Jett kisses my head and says something, but I can’t make it out; the blood is pounding in my ears too hard.

“I want you to take things easy for a while, Maria. Though you’re in your second trimester, miscarriages can still occur. I don’t want you to stress over anything if you can help it; it’s not good for the baby.”

“She won’t be doing anything until the baby’s born.” I smile at Jett’s words because I can’t seem to stop myself.

As soon as the Doctor leaves the room, I gather my clothes and get dressed. Jett doesn’t leave the room, although he does turn around. He then holds my hand all the way back to my car.

It’s not until we are driving along that he speaks. “You’ll be moving in with me this evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He says with little effort without taking his eyes off the road. “You’re having my baby; did you think I’d just walk away from that?”

“No. I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought. But, Jett, my brother, will never go for it. He will see it as us living in sin. Once he finds out about the baby, he’ll expect me to be married.”

Jett turns to look at me, a smirk riding his lips. “Is that so?” I swallow hard and nod my head. He winks at me before turning his eyes to the road.

What the hell is going on?

Don’t question what you’re not sure of, Maria. Jett could be about to give you precisely what you want without you even having to ask him for it.

His house isn’t what I thought it would be. In all honesty, I don’t know what I was expecting. The place is small and homey. I’m not sure how many bedrooms there are, but I think it’s probably just the two, which is plenty enough for the baby and us.

There’s a small kitchen to the left of the hallway, and the living room is directly in front of me, but I can’t see what’s inside. That’s about it for downstairs. Of course, I haven’t been upstairs yet, but as I said, it’s pretty small overall. I’m used to living in a mansion, but I could easily get used to living here.

“Why don’t you take a shower? My room, our room,” He corrects himself, “Is right at the top of the stairs and first on the left. You can help yourself to one of my shirts. Get into bed and sleep.”

“Our room?”

That’s what you focus on, Maria? Jesus!

I swallow hard when Jett clasps my waist and pulls me against his big body. He tucks my hair behind my ear. “This baby inside of you,” He places his hand protectively over my stomach. “Is mine. You are mine.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. I won’t have the mother of my child living alone. I won’t have my child under any other roof than mine.”

“My brother won’t allow it, Jett.”

“I know, the marriage thing,” I nod. Draven would never allow me to live in sin, as he would put it. “That’s why we're getting married.”

“Excuse me?” Okay, I know I wanted this for the baby, but I honestly wasn’t expecting it to be this easy.

Jett leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry about anything right now. We can talk it through tomorrow. Just shower and relax. Give me the keys to your apartment, and I’ll collect your things.”

It’s not a good idea, but I give them to him anyway. I’m exhausted after the day I’ve had. A shower and a warm bed sound good right now. To be in Jett’s arms would be good, too. I may not know him very well, but he’s the father of my unborn child; I’m going to marry him for that reason only. The fact he’s gorgeous helps a lot!

He’s out the door before I can ask him where he’s going.

I quickly look around the smallish house where I’m now supposed to live. The living room is a typical man’s den, with a large TV, a worn leather sofa, and a well-worn Lay-Z-boy seat. Open fire on the wall, which is the color of cream, nothing special. It needs a woman’s touch, that much I do know.

The kitchen is decent, nothing to write home about, however. I do like the black granite. Everything matches, black and chrome. I love that the kitchen sink is attached to the kitchen island in the middle of the room. I’m going to like cooking in here. Yes, I can cook. Out housemaid taught from a young age.

There are three bedrooms upstairs; I can tell from the number of doors there are, not just the two bedrooms as I first thought. Three bedrooms and a bathroom; however, I don’t snoop; I want to check out my new bedroom.

It’s not too bad as bedrooms go. It’s nothing like what I’m used to, but there’s a huge bed that looks comfortable enough and a dresser against the left side wall. I do like the window seat. I’ll enjoy sitting there in the evenings. There’s an en-suite bathroom with a nice-sized bath and shower. I can’t wait to sink into that of an evening after a long day with the baby.

God, what am I doing?

I shouldn’t be here. This is stupid! However, I guess this is my life now, and I need to figure shi.t out, and soon.