Handsome and Haunting

Chapter 58

Isabella didn't think Saturday was ever going to come. She got to visit with her husband. That Saturday her nursery was getting painted. As she was looking herself over in the mirror to make sure she was presentable and in the dress code for the prison, there came a knock at the door. She moved through the condo and looked through the peephole to see who was there. With a smile, she opened the door to Tig, Opie, and whom she assumed were the two prospects. She greeted everyone cordially as she moved to let them enter.

"I have to leave here soon. There's a pitcher of tea and bottles of water in the fridge if you get thirsty. I should be back before lunch. Thank you for all your help!" She cheerfully told the group.

"No problem, Doll." Tig smiled at her.

"Let's get to work. The faster we get started, the faster we get done." Opie told the small group.

She watched as Opie led the other four down to where the nursery was going. Taking a breath, she grabbed her purse and keys and left her condo. She planned to read her husband the riot act for not telling her he'd been shanked the last visit she had with him when she got there. The whole drive up to Stockton was spent in what she wanted to tell him. How could she make him understand she was going to worry for him no matter what? Whether he told her everything about his time in prison or tried to keep her in the dark, she was going to worry. 'That man is so infuriating sometimes!' she mused as she drove along.

She found a parking space after she arrived and made her way into the facility. There was a mandatory pat-down, she had to put all her stuff into a temporary storage locker, and then there was the waiting to see her inmate. She sat down and took a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, Happy was led out and allowed to sit down in front of her. She looked him over with wide eyes. There were clear indications he'd been in a fight and it worried her. They both picked up the phone so they could speak.

"What happened to you?" She asked making him sigh.

"I got into a scuffle. Someone was trying to shank Chibs so I jumped into the fight. Spent a few nights in the hole but was out yesterday. I'm perfectly fine, ok?" He explained.

"I worry about you so much." She sighed as she looked him over again.

Busted lip. Black eye. Bruise across his cheek.

"How are you doing?" He asked trying to move the conversation away from him and the fight he'd gotten into.

"Listen here! You need to tell me everything. I know you took a shanking for Jax last week. Keeping things from me doesn't stop me from worrying about you." She scolded him making him sigh.

"There's no need to worry. I'll be fine, I promise. Now, how are you doing?" He asked making her huff at him which brought a small smile to his face.

"I'm fine. Morning sickness is kicking my butt but otherwise I'm doing great." She explained making him frown slightly.

"Having any issues?" He inquired.

"I was trying to prepare the nursery to paint this week but Tig and Opie dropped by. Picked the lock and broke in to check on me. (She glared at him momentarily) I guess I had my music up too loud to hear them knocking. After a long discussion, they decided they were going to come back today with two prospects and do all the painting in the nursery for me." She explained.

"Good, good. You don't need to be doing that stuff by yourself." He scolded her.

"There are things I'm still capable of doing on my own, you know!" She rolled her eyes making him growl.

She loved hearing him growl. It made her knees buckle. Too bad there were several inches of plexiglass separating the two of them!

"I know but I don't want you stressing yourself out. And you shouldn't be painting while pregnant. Let the club help you with stuff, ok? That's what they're there for." He softened his voice as he looked her over.

"Ok." She conceded.

"How did you get the guest furniture out? You didn't move stuff by yourself, did you?" He suddenly inquired.

"No. I paid several of the teenage boys in the condominium to move all the furniture for me. I want to get the nursery finished as quickly as possible so I can start gathering everything else I need." She explained.

"Good. Have you told your parents yet?" He asked.

"No. I plan on doing that tomorrow evening. I told Tig and Opie because Opie asked me what delicate condition I was in. I didn't want to lie to them and I figured they deserved to know if they were going to be checking on me so often." She shrugged.

"They'll take care of you, don't worry." He told her.

"I know. It just sucks that you're in here while I'm pregnant. You're gonna miss so much." She sighed.

"I know baby. But I'll be out before too long and we'll be a family." He stated.

"I miss you so much." She sighed again.

"I miss you too, Is. Just remember that I'll get out eventually. You need to stay strong, ok?" He told her.

"I'm trying. Work and the book keep me pretty busy. Now I have the baby and nursery to take up a lot of my time too." She replied.

They chatted about the baby, Happy telling his mother they were having a baby, and of Isabella finally letting Gemma know. Isabella promised she'd swing by T-M and let the biker Queen know about the pregnancy as soon as she could. Happy nodded knowing Gemma would definitely be looking after his 'ol lady. Before long, their time was up. He told her he loved her and he'd see her next week before he had to hang up. She hung up her phone and sighed. Once a week for an hour, they got to speak to one another. They'd have seventy-eight visits in that time if her calculations were correct.

In that time, they'd have a baby. She wouldn't be able to bring the baby to the prison so he'd have to be released before he got to see his own child. Grabbing her stuff out of the storage locker, she sighed again. It was going to be a long eighteen months. As she made her way home, she began to think about what to make for dinner for the four bikers who were painting the nursery for her. Mexican food hit her cravings so she opted to make some homemade enchiladas for everyone.

She made it home before lunch as she figured she would. Instead of cooking dinner, she thought she'd make a late lunch since they were still working. They should be done by late afternoon so they could go back to their homes or the clubhouse and have their evening free once they were done. As she entered the house, Opie was leaving the kitchen with a glass of tea. She smiled as she dropped her keys on the table and headed into the kitchen to prepare lunch. The sounds of good-natured ribbing made her shake her head as took out the ingredients for lunch.

"Oh. Hello, Ma'am. I didn't realize you'd already come back." One of the prospects stated as he entered the kitchen.

"You can call me Isabella. I just got home a few minutes ago." She told him, "How's the painting coming?"

"We just finished the first coat. We're letting it dry for a while before putting on the second coat." He explained.

"Thank you." She replied.

"Prospect! Where's my tea?" Tig shouted.

"Excuse me, Isabella." The guy said before moving around to pour a glass of tea for Tig.

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