Chapter Three

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'What? When did you find out?' Drew asked, looking completely dumbstruck. The show had finished and we were backstage in our locker room. Drew couldn't believe what I had blurted out in the ring. To be fair, I don't believe that I didn't tell him as soon as I took the test last week. 'Are you sure?' I nodded.
'I've taken far too many tests and they all said the same thing. Pregnant.' Drew picked me up in his muscular arms and spun me around. 'You're not mad?'
'How can I be mad baby girl? AJ is going to have a baby brother or sister.' He kissed me firmly on the lips, causing me to stumble backwards slightly. Drew wrapped his arms around me to stop me from losing my balance.
'I already called Dr Ramirez and she wants to see us as soon as we get back from Europe.'
'Oh man, I can't believe it. We're having another baby.'
'You don't think it's too soon?'
'Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. All I know is that we're going to become a family of 4 and I can't wait. Do you want to head straight to the airport or shall we grab some dinner first? We have time. Our flight leaves whenever we're ready. Vince is letting us have his jet, as a way to say thank you for coming tonight.'
'Aww, that's actually really nice of him. We can grab some dinner first. Just let me get changed.'
'You look perfect as you are baby.' I was wearing black jogging pants and a baggy white crop top with a pink vest underneath with my trusty pink Converse.

11 hours later, a 4pm BST, our Uber pulled up outside Drew's dad's house. The driver helped us with our luggage and we walked up the path to the front door. Drew knocked on the door and, a moment later, a tall grey haired man answered.
'Son, welcome home,' he said, embracing Drew in a hug. 'And look at you, little miss. How's my favourite daughter in law?' He turned to hug me.
'I'm doing well, thank you, Andrew.'
'Here, let me help you with those.' Andrew senior took my suitcase and carry on bag from me and led us into the house. 'I'm sorry the house is a mess, I'm currently renovating the kitchen.' We left our bags in the hallway and went into the lounge.
'Not to worry. Our house is usually cluttered with toys all over the floor,' I laugh.
'How is my grandson doing?'
'He's doing great, we're hoping to get him into an early years kindergarten in January.'
'And he's going to be a big brother,' Drew announced, sitting down on the couch and pulling me down next to him.
'You're pregnant?' I nodded. 'Wow. Drew, your mother would be so proud of the man you have become now. You know that she's looking down on you, your own personal cheerleader.'
'Thanks Dad.' I saw Drew tear up, something he always did whenever his mum was brought into a conversation. 'Now, I don't know about Kate, but I'm extremely jetlagged. Do you mind if we head upstairs and have a nap?'
'Not at all. When are you here until?'
'Thursday. We've got a flight booked to Dublin for the start of the tour. We will be back in Glasgow next week though, I thought you could come and watch me wrestle.'
'I'd like that son.' Drew stood up, held out his hands for me to grab and helped me stand, then we grabbed our bags and headed upstairs to Drew's old bedroom. As soon as I closed the bedroom door, Drew pounced on me, kissing me roughly and his hand slipping under my top.
'Drew, your dad is just downstairs,' I giggled.
'We'll just have to be quiet then.'
'Drew, I'm just heading down to B&Q for some paint. I'll be back shortly,' we heard his dad shout up to us.
'Okay Dad,' Drew shouted back. 'Problem solved.' I let him guide me over to his bed, where he pushed me down onto the memory foam mattress, took off his t-shirt and tossed it onto the hardwood floor. 'Now I get to finish what we started on the plane.' Drew lay down next to me on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I could feel his erection poking thru the fabric of his jeans into my ass cheek.
'Y'know, it's kinda weird that this is the first time we will have ever made out in your bedroom.'
'Oh, we're going to do more than just make out princess.' I took off my shirt and vest, threw them on the floor and bent down to kiss Drew.
'Really? What do you have in mind?' I teased. Drew flipped us over, so that I was lay back on the bed and he was hovering over me, he stood up, pulled off my sweatpants and panties and took off his own jeans and boxer briefs.
'God, you are so sexy,' he breathed in my ear as he pinned me to the bed and began kissing my neck. I let out a low sigh as he hit the sweet spot just below my ear. 'How did I ever get so lucky to get to call you my wife?'
'Shut up and fuck me, Drew.' That was all he needed to plunge himself into my wetness. 'Oh,' I moaned. Despite having had sex with Drew more times than I care to count, it never failed to surprise me just how big he was. And I'm not just talking length here either. After letting me acclimatise for a moment or two, he slowly worked his way in until he was buried deep inside me. I dug my nails into his back as he began to thrust in and out of me. I couldn't take his teasing any longer, so I pushed him off me, flipped us over again and I sat on his groin, riding his dick. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, so I just went with it, Drew met me at every movement. 'Oh God, Andrew,' I moaned, as he reached up and started to play with my breasts.
'Call me Daddy.'
'Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Oh, oh, oh, YES!' I screamed, our hips rocking in sync with one another. Drew moved his hands away from my chest and clamped them down on my hips as I began to bounce on his dick.
'God, Katelyn, don't stop that. I'm gonna cum. OH FUCK,' Drew grunted. I felt his juices mix with my own and slide down my thigh. I rode him for another couple of minutes before succumbing to my own ecstasy. Slumping on his chest, we both quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, naked on top of the duvet, what I thought was a couple of hours later, turned out to be 10am the next morning. It sounded like Drew was in the ensuite, having a shower. Quickly grabbing my toiletries, I decided to join him. Hey, it saves on water, right?

After having a shower, and some steamy morning shower sex, Drew and I got dressed and ready for the day. We were going to head into Glasgow, meet a few old friends and catch up on life. Andrew Snr was sat at the table when we walked into the kitchen.
'Morning Dad,' Drew said, busying himself making coffee.
'Morning kids. I trust you slept well,' the older man smirked at me. Oh shit, he must've heard us.
'Yeah, great, thanks,' I smiled, taking a chair opposite him.
'What are you planning for today? I've got the builders coming this afternoon, so the house will be a bit busy.'
'No worries, we're heading into town to meet up with Charlie and some of the guys from uni. Want us to pick something up for dinner? Or we could go out, seeing as it's our last night with you here.'
'Yes, I'd like that. I'll book us a table at the Italian in town.' Ah, Mario's Ristorante, they serve the best calzones in the whole of Scotland. Drew handed me a steaming mug of coffee and I took a sip. 'So, Katelyn, how do you like being a Galloway?'
'To be honest, it feels no different than before we were married. It's just weird feels weird when I hear people call me Mrs Galloway.'
'She loves it though,' Drew smirked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his coffee.
'Don't worry, it took Angela a while to get used to it too. I'm glad you kids worked things out. Right,' Andrew Snr said, draining the last of his drink. 'I should head down to the lumber yard to pick up materials for the builders. I'll text you the details for dinner. There's a spare key on the hook. I'll see you tonight.' With that, Andrew Snr got up, put his mug and plate in the sink and left the kitchen.

A couple of hours later, I had to cancel meeting up with friends as I felt really sick. I was hoping that this pregnancy wouldn't be as complicated as my last one. I grabbed Drew's MacBook and took it down into the lounge, getting myself comfy on the couch with a blanket and the fire roaring. Andrew Snr's black Labrador, Tarn, came and sat by my feet, keeping them toasty. I booted up the laptop and logged in, a string of emails popped up. I didn't mean to snoop. They were just there on the screen.

From: Austin Jenkins
To: Andrew Galloway
Subject: (no subject)

Dude, I've been meaning to catch you at PC, but we never cross paths anymore. I've been thinking and what would you say about me buying your house? Obviously you will have to talk to Kate about it first, but let me know.

Austin

From: Andrew Galloway
To: Austin Jenkins
Subject: re:(no subject)

Jenks, how's it going buddy?
My new schedule is crazy man, never get chance to head down to PC anymore, especially now days off are mostly spent playing house, catching up on laundry and getting ready for the next shows. Life is crazy. If I'd have known that marriage and kids was going to be like this, then I'm not sure I would've gotten married.
Yeah, that sounds great. If need be, we can just do a cash sale and not involve lawyers and realtors. That makes it easier for us both. All I would have to do is change the deeds into your name.

Miss ya buddy

Drew

I heard the front door slam, so I closed the laptop quickly and put it on the coffee table. Drew came into the lounge and sat down next to me.
'You feeling any better princess?'
'I was. Until I read your emails to Austin.' He clocked his MacBook on the table in front of me.
'You read my emails?' he shouted. 'Those are private.'
'Well, maybe you should've closed down the email programme before you closed your laptop. I'm sorry your life is such a drag and not what you expected it to be.' I got up and stormed upstairs, grabbed my suitcase and backpack and went back downstairs.
'Where are you going? It's freezing outside.'
'I need to be away from you right now. I thought I could handle the cheating, but it's obvious you don't want me around, so I'm going to head home.'
'What about the tour?'
'Fuck the tour. Let them fire me for breach of contract, I don't care. I'm going home to my son.' I put on my thick hoodie, slipped on my Converse and for once, I walked out on Andrew Galloway.

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