The Biker Bad Boy (Editing)

Part 12

I woke up the next morning in the cocoon that was Johnny. Somehow during the night I had turned over so my back was to his front and well something was poking me. I guess they don't call it 'morning wood' for nothing.

His head was resting on my hair so I couldn't really move my head. I could feel his hot breath down on my neck, and a light snore coming from him, nothing too loud or obnoxious. His left arm was wrapped around my waist, his palm laying flat on my abdomen. His left leg hung around both mine in a vice grip. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. I was too hot, I couldn't move an inch, and my stomach was twisting and knotting up. I knew what would happen next if I didn't hit the bathroom soon. I grabbed his hand squeezing it lightly to see if it would wake him.

"What's wrong darlin'," he asked sleepily as he lifted his head from my hair I bolted to the bathroom not even bothering to explain waking him up and shut the door behind me.

I could hear him knock at the door, but by that time I started hacking up everything I had eaten yesterday. Hearing me getting sick he opened the door and came inside.

"Avery are you ok?" Shaking my head no between the dry heaves he came to stand beside me. "Here let me hold your hair for you," he said rubbing my back.

After a few moments I got up from kneeling on the ground and moved to the sink to brush my teeth.

"Your unborn child is going to be the death of me I swear. This morning sickness crap is so gross, some women have it lucky they don't have to deal with throwing up and all that, but lucky me I get stuck with it. I'll be glad the first trimester is over," I sounded like crap I sounded all raspy and my throat was a little sore from all the dry heaves.

"I'm sorry you're going through this baby girl it'll be all over very soon though," poor guy I know he was just trying to help but it really didn't if anything it only made me think even more about how fucked we were going to be when the baby came. We didn't know one thing about raising a child he was an outlaw and I had a dead end job.

Shit! Plus I still had to do my externship for my career. I had to go to one of the buildings Downtown to turn in my application for my externship. Everything that has happened in the last 4 weeks, made me lose track of time, I had to get my externship done so I could get a job. I had connections with this one program thanks to one of my college friends the graduated before me, Diana.

I walked out of the bathroom after I finished brushing my teeth and walked to my dresser for some clean undergarments since I was still completely naked. Johnny was behind me.

I turned to look at him, all 6 pack abs and an oh so happy trail straight down to wonderland. He watched me put on my clothes which was a little awkward to say the least, but then again I was gawking at him and his perfect body, so I guess we were both a little bit blue balled from last night no thanks to me. I still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad thing that we didn't have sex. I know we let each other know how we felt, but we still had no idea who the other person was. We were on a totally different spectrum in terms of profession. He was in a biker gang and I wanted to help children by being a social worker. We couldn't be anymore different than if it hit us straight I. The face.

He was right though, if we did continue to hold our attraction towards each other it would end up biting us in the ass later on down the road. But that warning Sal told me, I just could not get it out of my head no matter how much I tried. I love Sal he's the sweetest man I've ever met, and I know if he was to tell me something like that I should heed his warning.

Having Johnny here would only complicate things. We still needed to know who each other was, especially if we wanted a good relationship with each other when the baby came along. If we were ever going to be together I don't want it to be because I got knocked up, but because he loves me. If we never get together, I want to at least be on good terms with him, that way my child would never have to endure, what so many children do now, when their parents divorce or breakup on bad terms.

Look what happened with Johnny's parents, because his mother couldn't be with his father she just up and left him, the only mother figure he ever had was his grandmother. A child should never have to go through something like that, but the hard truth was it happened more often than not. That's one of the reasons why I decided to become a child psychologist, so I could help them with problems like that. That's why I want to be a social worker. I just hope that my child never has to endure such pain growing up.

"So what are we going to do about your clothing situation since you'll be staying with Lily and I for a while?" I asked.

"Uh I haven't thought about that much, actually. Do you think you can help me pack up some clothes," he replied.

"Well I was going to go apply for the externship program downtown. I mean you could go with me, but please don't wear your cut. It makes people uncomfortable," I whispered the last part.

"I'm not, not going to wear my cut out it helps keep the rivals away, especially away from you, considering your condition. Plus it's who I am, if you can't accept that then I don't really care," clearly I struck a nerve, a nerve way deep down getting a reaction like that. I only meant that I just wanted to be normal and not have people gawking at him and I everywhere we walked. I didn't want him to change who he was at all, I just wanted a break from people staring. When we went for breakfast, at the doctor's office, and even at the bar before I got trashed to the point of not remembering much of anything at all.

"Johnny I didn't mean to piss you off, I just wanted to walk with you like two normal people would down the street without people gawking at us. It makes me very uncomfortable, and the last few times we were around each other I felt like I was being scrutinized. I'm not used to that, I've never had a boyfriend before, and I know you aren't mine but, I just want this to be normal,"

"You know I wasn't normal since the first moment you met me. I'm not going to change for anyone, you either take me as I am, or you get nothing at all," he said. He grabbed his clothes and went into my bathroom slamming the door in my face.

"I'm sorry Johnny. I'm really sorry. I didn't meant piss you off. Let's just go get my application so I can make an appointment and then go to your other place and pack up some clothes for you ok?" I called to the door the stood in between the both of us.

"Fine, but I'm wearing my cut whether you like if or fucking not got it," he said opening the bathroom door. Well he can dress pretty fast.

When we walked out of the bedroom Lily was in the kitchen pretending to busy herself, but I knew the she was really just listening into our argument. She was my best friend after all.

"Well I guess the honeymoon phase ended pretty fast for the two of you then," she said pouring cereal into a bowl.

"Shut up Lily," Johnny and I both said in unison.

"Note to self don't talk to the biker or pregnant best friend in the morning or they will kill you. Got it," she said laughing to herself.

I glared at her and then went to grab a couple bowls for him and I for cereal. I poured some into both bowls, then grabbed the milk from the counter since Lily didn't put it back and poured some into the bowls. I handed him one and went into the drawer for spoons and handed him one. Then I walked over to the futon and sat down. Johnny came to sit beside me and Lily stayed at the counter.

We all talked for a little bit then I decided that we needed to leave so I put our bowls in the sink and we left waving goodbye to Lily.