A Mob Boss Christmas: The Pregnancy (9 page)

“I did go to have one,” she said.
 
“But I couldn’t do it.”

“Is that
who
this Bob person
was?
 
Was he your moral support?”

“Didn’t Fran tell you that part, too?”

“Fran didn’t tell me anything.”

“But I assumed.
 
. .”
 
Then she realized.
 
“Reno, you had somebody following me?”

“No.
 
Hell
nall.
 
Fran came back alone and I
couldn’t get you on your cell phone.
 
I
got worried, that’s all.
 
I was just
going to go and make sure you were okay, you know how I am.
 
But when I saw you with
that Bob character.”

“But Reno, you didn’t recognize him?”

“Recognize him?
 
I’m supposed to know that guy?”

“Yes, you know him!
 
He’s my gynecologist.
 
That’s Dr.
Bob Paxon.
 
Bob, remember?
 
Your doctor referred me to Bob.”

Reno still had no remembrance of the guy.
 
None.
 
“So Bob’s your doctor?”

“Yes.
 
He
agreed to go to the clinic with me.
 
He
knows I’m the wife of the owner of the PaLargio.
 
That’s the only reason I’m sure he offered to
go with me.
 
There’re benefits in being
your woman.”

Reno smiled.
 
“And of course you would never dream of taking advantage of those
benefits, now would you?”

Trina laughed.
 
“You know me,” she said.

“Yeah, I know your ass real
good
,”
Reno said and squeezed that ass as he held her.
 
“Oh, it’s going to be great, Katrina.
 
We’re going to be the best parents ever.”
 
He looked at his wife.
 
“And you’re going to be the most beautiful
mother ever.”

Trina smiled.
 
And as they stared into the other’s eyes, and realized just how heady
the thought of being a parent really was, their love began to overwhelm
them.
 

Reno reached over and kissed her on the mouth.
 
He meant for it to be a simple kiss, but
Trina placed her arms around his neck and turned that simple kiss into a very
passionate one.
 
And
then Reno was all in, pulling her closer and kissing her harder.
 
Then she began to unbuckle his belt.

“But wait a minute,” he said, pulling back from her,
looking concerned.
“This sex thing.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I don’t wanna, whatta you say, hurt the baby.”

Trina smiled.
 
“You won’t.
 
Bob says we can do as
we normally would.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.
 
He told me so himself.”

“But it could hurt the baby?”

“No, Reno.
 
I
mean, we can’t get crazy now.
 
None of your pounding sessions.
 
But yeah, he said we can carry on as usual.”

Reno grinned.
 
“In that case,” he said as he stood and dropped his drawers, his aroused
dick jutting out with a bounce as if it had been attached to springs.
 
Reno was happy.
 
“Open that pussy wide, baby,” he said,
“because Reno’s about to give you the ride of your life.”

Trina laughed, but she knew he wasn’t kidding.
 
She removed her panties, and opened wide.

CHAPTER FOUR

Reno and Jimmy Mack sat in Dr. Bob Paxon’s OB/GYN
office and waited their turn.
 
They were the
only male adults in the room at the time, and the only two, Reno also noticed,
who wasn’t pregnant.
 
Many of the
pregnant ladies were big talkers, as they yelped on and on about their female
issues and laughed about their clueless men and the young son of one of them, a
little red-haired terror, kept running around the small waiting room ringing a
bell some genius decided to give to him.
 
His mother, a cute blonde who sat crocheting in the corner, kept asking
him politely to stop, but the kid wasn’t thinking about her.
 
This was a drag for Reno, one of the last
places on earth he’d ordinarily want to be.
 
But today, a week after he learned he was soon to be the father of a
beautiful child, it was his pleasure.

Reno flipped through yet another pregnant ladies
magazine and then tossed it onto the table.
 
He crossed his legs, watched the bell ringing child circle them again,
and then he looked at his son.
 
Jimmy
Mack was in a conversation with two of the women about fabrics.
  
And to Reno’s shock, Jimmy Mack actually
seemed to know what he was talking about.

 
“Yes, that’s
lovely,” he said to one of the women who was showing him a puce-colored
scarf.
 
“That’s a lovely piece of
fabric.
 
And the faux silk gives it a
nice glow.”

“So it’s not the real silk, though?” the woman asked
him.

“No, it’s not real.
 
But that’s a good thing.
  
It
glows.”

“Yes,” the woman agreed.
 
“Yes, it does.”

Reno stared at Jimmy.
 
Jimmy looked at him.
 
“What?”

“It glows?” Reno asked.

Jimmy Mack smiled.
 
“I’m just saying,” he said.

Reno snorted and sat upright.
 
“What did you guys see last night?” he asked
him.
 

“What did we see?”

“You and Mikey.
 
At the pictures.
 
You said you and he were going to the movies
last night.
 
What did you see?”

“Oh,” Jimmy said as if he were thinking.
 
“It was all right.”

The bell child circled them again ringing his
bell.
 
“Stop it, Winkie!” his mother
yelled again.

“I didn’t ask you how it was,” Reno said.
 
“I asked you what it was.
 
What did you guys see?”

“Just some dance flick or something.
 
I don’t remember.”

“So girls were there, too, right?”

Jimmy shook his head.
 
“Not really.
 
I mean, girls were
inside the movie theater, but they weren’t with us.”

Reno stared at his son.
 
His
that’s
a lovely piece of fabric
son.
 
“Why not?” he asked him.
 
“Don’t you and Mikey like to screw the ladies every now and then?”

Some of the ladies in the room glanced at Reno.
 
Jimmy felt embarrassed.
 
“That’s gross, Dad,” he said in a lowered
tone.
 
“Geez.”

Gross?
 
What
was gross about getting some?
 
“Whatta
you mean?
 
I know you aren’t a virgin,
not after what happened in Crane.
 
So
what’s the deal?”

“I just don’t want to get caught up in any of that
emotional stuff right now, that’s all.
 
There’s plenty of time for that.”

Reno nodded.
 
What a good kid, he thought.
 
And
so different from the kind of
gotta have
it every day
kid Reno was.
 
“You’re
right about that,” Reno said.
 
“Plenty of time.
 
Your
mother, God bless her, raised you right.”

Jimmy appreciated that.
 
“Thanks,” he said.

But that damn kid, Reno thought when the kid and his
mother continued their Kabuki dance.
 
Finally, when red-head circled Reno one time too many, Reno called him
over.
 

“Winkie,” he said to the child who couldn’t be any
more than seven.
 
“Come here.”

Winkie hesitated, because Reno qualified as the
dreaded stranger, but he grinned and went on up to him anyway.

“Ring that bell one more time,” Reno whispered to the
child, “and I’ll take that same bell and ram it up your ass.
 
Understand?”

The child didn’t understand what Reno meant, but he knew
it wasn’t nice.
 
He started crying and
ran to his mother.
 

Jimmy was mortified.
 
“Pop!” he said.
 
“You can’t say
that to a little kid.”

“I’ll bet he won’t be ringing that bell again,” Reno
said, just as the nurse walked in and called his name.

Bob Paxon stood from behind his desk and shook Reno
and Jimmy’s hands when they entered his office.
 

“I understand we met before,” Reno said as they
shook.

“Yes,” Bob said.
 
“Your physician had recommended me to be your wife’s gynecologist when
the two of you were first married, and we met in his office.
 
But I’m sure you don’t remember that.”

“No, I don’t remember it,” Reno said.
 
Although he remembered how this same
gynecologist was all over his wife at the mall.
 
Reno remembered that really well.
 
But all of that aside, he thought.
 
At least the man was there for Trina.

“This is my son, James, doc,” Reno said, introducing
Jimmy Mack.

Bob was surprised that Reno would have a child that
age, and, quite frankly, that color, but nothing completely surprised him anymore.
 
Not in this changing world.
 
“Nice to meet you, James,” he said as he and
Jimmy shook hands.

“Sit down, gentlemen, please,” Bob then offered and
Reno and Jimmy Mack sat down.
 
Bob
returned to his seat.
 

“Before we get started,” Reno said, “I want to thank
you for being there for my wife.
 
She
told me how you agreed to meet her and take her to her . . . appointment.”

“Yes,” Bob said.
 
“Although it was an appointment she couldn’t go through with.”

“Yes, thank God,” Reno said.
 
“But thank-you for being
there for her.”

“You’re quite welcome, sir.
 
It was my pleasure.”

Reno could have done without that little comment, but
he let it slide.
 
He’d had this guy
checked out.
 
He was considered an
excellent doctor in his profession and one of the best in Vegas.

“So, Mr. Gabrini,” Bob said, clasping his hands in
front of him, “what can I do for you?
 
Katrina has given me permission to discuss anything related to her
treatment.
 
So fire away.”

“Well, I don’t want to get in the weeds about this,” Reno
admitted, “but I just need to know about the pregnancy itself.
 
I need to know if it’s what they call a high
risk pregnancy.”
 
Reno looked at the
doctor when he said this.
 
“My son says
it can be.
 
I need to know if it is.”

“Well,” Bob said, attempting to choose his words
carefully, “any pregnancy can be high risk, no matter who the mother is.
 
And if you couple that with the fact that
Katrina is over thirty, and the answer is yes, there could be added complications.”

Reno’s heart began to squeeze.
 
“What do you mean by added
complications?
 
You mean something could
happen to Tree, to Katrina?”

Bob nodded.
 
“Something could happen, yes.
 
She
could have numerous issues.
 
But we
always hope for the best.”

“I understand about the hope thing.
 
But I’m talking about the reality of this
here thing.
 
Now you’re telling me that
my wife, because she’s over thirty, could be in danger?
 
Is that what you’re telling me?”

“What I’m saying is that she could have
complications, as is the case for any pregnancy.
 
The fact that she’s over thirty can create
complications in and of itself on top of the routine concerns.”

Reno’s brows furrowed.
 
“So being over thirty doesn’t help her?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

Reno was beginning to feel guilty.
 
“So what kind of
complications are we talking about here?
 
She could lose the baby?”
 

“Let’s be clear, Mr. Gabrini, I’m not suggesting that
she stands as much chance of having an unsuccessful outcome as a successful
one.
 
What I am suggesting is that there
are risks to pregnancies.
 
There always
are.
 
For mother and
child.”

Reno’s heart began to hammer.
  
He moved to the edge of his seat.
 
Jimmy Mack looked at him.
 
“For mother?”
Reno
asked the doctor.

Bob nodded.
 
“Yes.
 
For
mother and child.”

“You mean something could happen to Trin, to my wife?”

“Something could, yes.
 
Quite frankly, yes.”