Chapter 45: Chapter 45

If the first four days were any indication of how our life was going to be together, I’d have to invest in shares of lubrication. I’m roughed up so bad, I didn’t think I’ll ever be able to wear panties again let alone skate in shows.

are booked solid for shows every other weekend of the school year. We fly/drove out Friday after Scott’s last class to perform Saturday and Sunday evenings. Then we fly/drive back for a Monday evening class I have. It’s a grueling schedule, forcing us to restrict the number of performances to only two weekends a month.

Our last show of the year is booked for the beginning of June which happens to land at the end of our school year. I’m secretly texting Aunt Grace, planning to surprise mom with a visit. We’d spend a week with them, then a week with Scott’s mom, and the rest of the time with our friends. I’m looking forward to getting away from everything for six glorious weeks. Aunt Grace takes mom to an early bird dinner at the local pancake house to give me and Scott time to clean up and grab a bite to eat before heading to the rink. We make sure there are no traces of us left at the house before closing the door behind us. The tickets will be waiting for them at the box office when Aunt Grace manages to get mom there.

I’m excited because mom hasn’t watched us skate since our wedding, and even that wasn’t live. Our choreographer worked on a new piece with us that I’m bursting to show her. We put it together with her in mind. The song was remixed by Beyoncé for Coming to America called, ‘Crazy in Love.’ I want to use paraphernalia from the movie in our program but Scott reminds me that it isn’t suitable for all ages.

The show is starting in twenty minutes. We dress but don’t bother putting our skates on because we are fourth in line to perform. The lights are on in the rink and people are busy getting food from concession stands and finding their seats. The big screen located strategically in the air at center ice plays commercials and then starts focusing on unsuspecting audience members until they noticed themselves and start pointing foolishly up in the air at the monitor before waving. The camera will then pick another unsuspecting group and do the same to them.

I keep glancing at the screen hoping they will capture mom and Aunt Grace’s face on it, but I think the cameraman focuses more on the fans in the nosebleed seats. Scott works his magic and manages first row, center ice for them. The lights start dimming down and that is our cue to find our designated change rooms and start getting ready.

The knock on my door is Scott’s usual pattern warning me we were next. I put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup before meeting him out in the hallway. He’s wearing a white shirt and grey tie with black dress pants that are made to have more give than normal pants. He looks delicious! We are introduced to the audience as Scott and Isabella Brandon. The first two or three shows after we’re married, I’m not used to the name change and every time they announce us, I start grinning because the novelty of our wedding hasn’t worn off yet.

Now, I have that same silly grin but this time it’s because I know mom and Aunt Grace are watching us. We skate to our starting positions and pose until our music begins. We aren’t able to see them because the lights are off and spotlights are focused on us. It has taken me ages to get over my fear of skating in the dark with Scott but with patience and practice, we can master it. People always compliment us for the chemistry we depict on the ice; it is palpable even to us.

If we aren’t too tired after our shows, we usually end up doing insane acrobatics in our marital bed; it's there that I was taught endurance and flexibility. Our program is four minutes long and we skate flawlessly before taking our bows and curtsies and leaving the ice in sweaty messes. We dry ourselves off and change quickly before meeting mom and Aunt Grace at the front of the arena well before the show ends. They whisk us away to their haven where we can shower and catch up with them. Mom is so happy to see us, she never once comments on my weight the entire evening. The next morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon frying on the frying pan and freshly brewed Arabian coffee, I’m famished.

I look over to the muscular god lying naked next to me and decide to treat myself to hors d’oeuvres before breakfast. I remove the cotton sheet covering him and slide down on the bed so my face is in line with his dormant shaft. I hold the base of it and take the rest in my mouth. His skin is warm and he’s starting to get hard quickly. Savoring the familiar taste, I take pleasure in pleasing him by licking it unhurriedly.

When he awakens his hands fist into my hair pushing me deeper onto his swollen cock. He starts moaning indicating his impending eruption. I try to evacuate the area in time but he isn’t having it, gripping my hair firmly he forces me to swallow his pleasure, he’s so alpha male.

He likes what I do for him and rewards me by sliding his fingers into my panties and impaling me, kneading me. I can’t make a noise because mom and Auntie are so close to us so I take his flesh into my mouth and bit down hard making him gasp in pain, this is enough to anger him and make him all hard again. He ruthlessly shoves himself into me, punishing me for the bite. I welcome his hard fucking because it’s amazing. I want to scream at the force of each thrust but know better than do it. He’s a savage beast until he fills me, causing me to explode wildly around him.

I don’t know if anything is different but I’m insatiable when it comes to Scott. I can have sex with him all day long. We take turns showering before we head downstairs for breakfast. Mom is bringing the dishes two at a time to the table. She lays hers and Aunt Grace down first and then goes back for mine and Scott’s.

I’m astonished when I see my breakfast plate. Mom sits down, so now everyone is at the table. Juice and milk pitchers are lying in the center so we can help ourselves.

Scott notices my shocked expression, “What’s wrong?” “My plate,” I pause, “there’s food on it!”

Mom glances up from her food and smiles, “Of course it does, you’re eating for two now.”

Oh my God. mom thought I’m pregnant! How ridiculous! “Whatever gives you that impression?” I ask.

She looks at me knowingly, “Your face, is fuller than before, you’re glowing; even your hair is longer. I can just tell it’s obvious.”

Aunt Grace studies me. Her eyes sparkle, “Oh ya! I see it now, she’s right.”

“You’re both being ridiculous,” I scold. “This is not in our plan. We’re waiting until Scott finishes school to have kids. We can’t do our shows if I’m pregnant. I don’t even know if I can skate pregnant.”

“Probably not,” Scott answers.

Mom gushes more to Aunt Grace than to me or Scott, “Won’t it be so nice to have a grandchild running around here! Isabella looks just like me when I was pregnant. Maybe their baby will be a champion figure skater! We should call Deborah!”

“Don’t call Deborah. I’m not pregnant!” I yell.

I’m getting more upset by the second, my cheeks are hot and my stomach is doing flip flops. Mom is rambling on like I’m giving birth tomorrow. God only knows what Scott is thinking since it impacts him profoundly too. What will happen if I’m pregnant? Will our shows stop? Will we have to drop out of school? How will we live? The unknown is scary but Scott will figure things out, he always does.

I’d love to snuggle with a baby Scott in my arms. It has to be a boy, but it will also be okay if it’s a girl. I can see us strolling down sunny streets pushing a pram passing ladies who will complement our baby saying, ‘What a beautiful baby.’ I will look lovingly at Scott, before thanking the woman who stops to compliment our baby.

We are going to have children eventually anyway. Maybe, sooner is better. We can be young parents. It will help us relate to little Scott Jr better.

Scott’s voice pulls me back into reality, “We better make sure. Can we borrow your car, Mrs. Moyes?”

“Of course dear,” mom says. “The drugstore is just down the street. You’ll see a Walgreens on your right when you turn left on the main drag.”

“I’m sure we’ll find it. We’ll call you when we know the results,” he reassures.

“Aren’t you doing the test here?” Aunt Grace asks. “We’ll call,” Scott repeats sounding edgy.

We get into mom’s car lost in our thoughts, he starts it adjusting his seat and mirrors before throwing her into reverse. He appears to be brooding while I daydream. We pass a park with a baby being swung by its mother. I picture myself standing next to her pushing our baby on the swing, while Scott sits on the bench watching the pram holding our second child. We live here where it’s warm all year long, just walking distance from the park. Mom or Aunt Grace will babysit anytime we want a night out. I start looking out my window for houses for sale. Maybe we will find it and find our dream house. Life will be amazing.

The car starts slowing down and Scott pulls up to the Walgreens. He parks directly in front of the store and waits impatiently for me to get out of the passenger side of the car. He takes my hand and walks briskly into the store. Once inside, he stops to read the signs figuring out which aisle we need. The first aisle he chooses is wrong, so we walk down a second aisle slowing when his eyes land on condoms. Immediately next to them is lubrication. I grab a tube for us. He grins at me, “What’s that for?”

“That monstrosity of a penis you have buried in your jeans, its time to be more humane to me, I’m getting awfully sore!” I answer sarcastically. My eye catches the tests, “They’re there,” I point out.

“Get the one that detects the pregnancy hormone the soonest,” he suggests.

Grabbing the brand that’s always televised, we go to the register to pay for it. “Where should I do it?” I asked.

“McDonald's?”

“Nice,” I say sarcastically.

“It is better than doing it at your mother's. This way we have some time to digest the results.”

“Good point,” I agree.

We walked next door with the test in my purse. Scott orders us coffees and we chose a small private table to sit and read the instructions before taking the test. It’s simple enough, pee on the stick and waits a few minutes. If it has one line, it's negative, two lines are positive. Scott makes me promise not to look at it until we’re together, so the plan is we read it in the car. I’m too excited to finish my coffee, “I’m doing it now.” “Good luck,” he wishes.

I get up from the table and go to the lady’s room. I’m so excited I have to wait a second before my pee starts. I get just enough onto the stick before replacing the lid and enclosing it back in the box. When I leave the bathroom he’s already waiting for me at the doors of Mcdonalds'. We go back to the car holding hands. He opens my door for me and then goes around to his side. I hand him the box.

“How long do you think it’s been?”

“I think we should wait a few more minutes,” I say looking at my cell for the time, “the instructions say five. It’s probably been three or four.”

He puts the key on accessories and after two minutes pass, he started to open the box. He pulls out the test and breathes a huge sigh of relief handing it to me. I don’t have to look at the test to know its negative just by Scott’s reaction, but I do anyway.

“You’re relieved,” I observe, my voice sounding flat.

“You’re not?” he sounds caught off guard. “It’s too early,” he reasons, “we’re still doing shows.”

“Here I am thinking how nice it will be to carry your child, and the entire time you’re holding your breath praying I’m not.”

“One day it will happen, just not right now,” he says taking my hand. He’s always the voice of reason in our relationship; I tend to be the flighty romantic one.

I shake him off.

“You better text your mother,” he suggests.

“You better,” I correct, “you’re the one who promised we’d inform them right away.”

“You’re being childish,” he chides.

I pulled my cell out obediently and text:

ISABELLA: Not pregnant

MOM: Sorry Sweetheart. R U ok?

ISABELLA: upset

MOM: Is Scott ok

ISABELLA: Happy

Our reactions to taking our next step in our relationship are so polar opposite. I wonder if we will ever align as far as starting a family is concerned.