Follow Your Dreams - An MC Story

Chapter 8

-Three months after the fundraiser hosted by 'The Gray Rebel's'-

Waking in the early hours of Friday morning around 4 a.m. is not a pleasant time or way to be woken when your stomach does several gut-wrenching flips; signaling that it's going to launch all of its contents in a matter of seconds. Quickly launching myself from under the warm covers and the safety of Luke's arms toward the toilet; barely making it there on my knees as the first round of vomit spews from me.

"Fuck," I moan lowly in between vomiting; clutching the seat tightly as I'm hit with another wave.

As my face hovers over the toilet bowl again as my stomach tries to exit my body through my mouth; Luke's warm hands rub soothing circles on my back. "You'll be alright baby, just relax as much as possible and let everything out," his calming voice sooths in my ear quietly.

"This has been happening almost everyone for the last three weeks; I think you need to see a doctor, love," he murmurs as I finish heaving up everything in my stomach.

Flushing the toilet with a groan, leaning into his side as I nod knowing he's right; "I'll make an appointment on our way to work this morning."

"Good, thank you baby boy," he praises as he helps me stand so I can brush my teeth while he holds me from behind.

Meeting his eyes through the mirror as I brush, he smiles sweetly as he places gentle kisses on the side of my neck as he rubs my belly; spitting out the toothpaste into the sink before rinsing the toothbrush off and my mouth with water from a cup before turning in Luke's hold and snuggling into him with a sigh of contentment.

"Love you, daddy," I murmur as he tightens his hold gently on my body.

"Love you, too, baby; lets lie down for a few more hours before we have to get ready for work," he says lifting me by the hips to carry me like a child back to our bed, lying on his back with me lying on top of him. Once the two of us are comfortable, he's rubbing my back lulling me back to sleep almost instantly, despite my achy stomach.

All too soon the alarm from my phone blares at 7 a.m. rousing me from my comfort as I roll of Luke to shut the alarm off before rolling back over to face my sleeping boyfriend; who looks peaceful and much younger in his sleep. I know I'm being creepy as hell but damnit I don't care, I love him.

"Starring isn't polite," he murmurs a smirk forming on his red plump lips as he cracks his eyes open to sleepily stare at me.

Giggling lightly at him as I lean over him to kiss him deeply while his hands settle on my hips pulling away slightly from each other as our breaths are harsh as our eyes sparkle with love and yearning but we don't have time to take care of this. Pouting softly at him, he smirks as he leans upwards to peck my lips gently.

"We're going to make love tonight once we're home," he promises me sweetly.

Biting my lower lip at him; "You promise?"

When he nods we shower together to save time this morning before drying off, dressing, eating breakfast before we head to work with Luke driving us so I can call the doctor's office.

As he drives, I call the office nervously; "Hi my name is Liam Quinn and I need to make an appointment with Dr. Stewart please?"

"Sure let me see when there's an available appointment; hang on a moment please," the woman on the other end says before falling silent; the only noise from her end clicking. "She has an availability this afternoon at 4:15, will that work for you?"

"Yes, thank you," I respond before answering a few questions and then hanging up.

Dropping my phone onto my lap, glancing at Luke with a small smile; "I have an appointment this afternoon at 4:15."