Lyon's Heart (3 page)

I’d just left her upstairs
sleeping. It’s the only time I get to putter around in my little
workshop without distractions. I heard the tread of her feet on the
stairs not long after, which meant I was about to be invaded. I
wonder what fuckery she’s going to throw at me now? There’s always
something with this girl. She likes to keep me on my toes with this
baby shit that’s for damn sure.

“
Colton what in the world
is all this?”

“What?” I knew she was going
to come down here and start her shit with me sooner or later; I’m
surprised it took her this long.

She spread her arms out to
indicate the contents of the room. It’s what I like to call my man
cave. I’d taken a corner of the big ass basement that was never in
use except for the half that housed our home gym, and turned it
into my own little space. Hopefully she’d let me keep it because it
seems to me women take over every fucking thing. And when nosy ass
Elena and Char, not to mention their new sidekick Tina got to
planning and shit, I’d be lucky to be left with my side of the bed.
Fucking women are a pain in the ass.

“Babe this is all for lil
man.”

She gave me the ‘men are
stupid look’. I don’t know if it’s hormones or what but when she
wasn’t using me for sex I was usually at the receiving end of one
of those looks. More often than not it came right behind me telling
her she couldn’t do some stupid fuck thing she wanted to do. Like
climbing the stairs with packages that were taller than she was, or
eating chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Even I knew that she
wasn’t allowed to do that shit, that it was all about healthy foods
and shit. But when I tried to feed her the healthy crap they
recommended in the books she threatened to throw that shit at my
head, go figure. She’s been getting away with a lot of shit these
days because she knew I wouldn’t tan her ass while she was
pregnant. Though there was still no sign of a pregnant belly yet.
She was still a tiny little bit of a thing with a whole lot of lip.
Her body still makes me crazy as fuck with the piercings and tats
that screamed she was mine. And that wild as fuck hair that makes
me think of fisting it while I slam her from behind. Damn get a
grip Lyon. I’d been afraid the sex would taper off a bit because of
the baby on board but I’m happy to say I was wrong. Everyday I woke
up happy as fuck that I’d found her, that she was now mine and will
always be. We didn’t talk about the past too much, just once in a
while she’d have a flash back or a nightmare but those were growing
less and less. When that shit happened I usually ended up loving
her back to sleep. I found that if I held her close all night they
stayed away so problem solved. Our whole focus since coming back
from our honeymoon has been the baby. It was all about the kid and
like Daniel once said, if mommy’s happy the baby will be too.
Probably the only lucid moment the fuck’s had in a year.

Sometimes after reading one
of my new books I felt the excitement of what was to come next. I
could actually see her with a round tummy. Ripe and blossoming with
my child. Then other times I’d wake up in a cold sweat and scared
out of my fucking mind. I knew that the fear was because this was
unknown territory for me. It was something that I couldn’t control
and I didn’t like that shit one bit. She’s been doing her thing
too. While I’ve been preparing in my own way she’s been flitting
around in excitement getting things ready. Like I said everything
was about the baby. He wasn’t even here yet and already he had
taken over our lives completely. That was fine by me, my girl was
happy and that’s all the fuck I cared about at the end of the
day.

Now she’s on my ass about my
shit. I don’t know what she’s doing in my little corner anyway.
It’s the only part of the house she and her gaggle of hens had left
me. I never knew kids needed that much fucking space. No wonder my
parents had a mausoleum, with three of us they’d needed the space
apparently. I’d always thought my house was a decent size; five
bedrooms and four bathrooms seemed like enough to me. But now
there’s talk of knocking down walls to make room for a nursery and
shit. How much fucking room could he need? I’ve seen those things
and they barely fit on my arm. What the fuck? She looked around at
the child safe playpen, the safety hooks for the kitchen cabinets,
and all the other shit I had spread out on my worktable. I’d bought
safety gates for the upstairs and the stairs leading down to the
basement and there was a whole lot of other shit too. All the other
stuff I’d started collecting was strewn around the room waiting to
be put together or built. I wanted it all ready by the time my son
got here.

“First of all he might be a
she we’ll be finding that out tomorrow.”

“Hold it, fuck no you didn’t
tell me about that, we need to discuss that shit. I’ve pretty much
come to terms with the whole having a baby deal but no girls Kat
that’s where I draw the fucking line.” Her mouth fell open and she
actually shook her head at me before busting into laughter and
turned around to leave the room.

“Get back here we’re not
finished.”

She laughed even harder and
kept going. Probably going to call my mom and hers on three way to
laugh at my ass again. That’s another thing that’s been going on a
lot lately. I was finding myself at the end of pitying looks and
eye rolls more and more often. Elena is now fond of rubbing my hair
and kissing me on the top of my head before shaking hers and moving
the fuck on. They think I don’t know what that shit means. It meant
she’d done told them some dumb fuck move I’d made. Like the night
I’d woken up in a cold sweat and couldn’t get back to sleep until
after I’d read everything on the net about car seat safety. Oh
they’d had a jolly old time with that one. And if I didn’t know
what all the hair rubbing and head shaking and shit was about I had
my father the know it all to keep me apprised. His new refrain of
‘boy you’ve lost your damn mind’ was heard at least once a day. How
the fuck he knew anything about what was going on around him beats
the shit out of me, because when he wasn’t patrolling the halls of
the hospital he was puffing away. Elena with her enabling ass had
found him some antique pipe on line and he was worse than ever now.
At least she was the one that had to deal with his high ass and not
me, until he stuck his nose in my shit that is. Suddenly everyone’s
an expert on what I’m supposed to do, like I’m hopeless or some
shit.

Drake has been cool about
everything; how he really felt about me breeding his teenage
daughter married or not, he didn’t say. I mean that pretty much put
college on hold, which had always been his dream for his little
girl. I don’t think he was too worried about that though seeing as
how she was now the head of a Fortune five hundred company. I
thought he was about to kiss me when Kat first told him and Tina
about her wedding gift. He’d been close to tears when he’d thanked
me. He didn’t have to say anymore than that for me to know he
wasn’t just thanking me for the company but for his daughter. She’d
sure come a long way from the girl I’d met a few short months ago.
Damn had it only been six and a half months? It feels like I’ve
known her and loved her forever; pain in the ass. Why’d she have to
go and put this girl shit in my head? Now my whole day is going to
be fucked.

I was a wreck for the rest
of the morning until it was time to head out. She kept out of my
way the little sneak until we were both ready to hit the
road.

We headed out to work in one
of my trucks. No bikes for a while I don’t care how much she
grumbles. What if I hit a pothole or some shit or a bump in the
road? No fucking way. I’d locked away her bikes because I’m not
sure my girl understood that pregnant women weren’t supposed to do
certain things. It was actually Cy and Jared who had told on her
ass for trying to stand on the seat and do one of her hair-brained
stunts. Lucky for her I’d been out on a run when she pulled that
shit. That was one of the only times I’d gotten mad at her after
finding out about the baby. One hard slap to her ass had put a stop
to her bullshit and that was the end of that. Of course she’d found
other ways to get me fucked. I guess I was smothering her a bit but
so what? She was mine and she was carrying my kid; if I could fold
her up and put her in my pocket I would. That wouldn’t work so
instead I settled for watching over her the best I
could.

“
Colt you’ve got to stop
being anal.”

“Meaning?” I was trying to
concentrate on the road because it looked like every asshole with a
license was on the streets this morning.

“What was all that stuff
back there? The baby’s not even born yet and already you’re child
proofing the house?”

“What do you want me to do
wait until after he falls the fuck down the stairs?”

“Why are you crazy right
now?”

“Why’s that crazy babe? The
little fucks grow up way too fast, before you know it he’d be off
to college or getting somebody’s daughter pregnant or some
fuckery.”

“O…M…G.”

What the hell was her
problem now?

“What?”

“Are you serious right now?
Do you even hear yourself?”

“Uh yeah and I’m making
perfect sense, trust me you’ll thank me later. Speaking of which I
read somewhere that you have to sign up for pre school ahead of
time if you want our little tyke to get into a good one, so I’ve
been checking out the best ones in the area online.”

“Arrrrrrrgh, that’s it I’m
done. I can’t discuss this anymore, you’ve finally lost it, oh
Mylanta.” That was her new cuss word. We’re supposed to be cleaning
up our language for when lil man gets here. Good luck with that, I
don’t think I would know how to speak one sentence without the word
fuck in it let alone stop using it altogether. I might have to
clean it up a bit if I was going to have a little girl though. That
thought made my stomach hurt so I put it the fuck out of my head.
No girls, that’s the deal breaker, the fuck!

She huffed and sat back arms
folded and lips locked tight. I don’t know what her problem is; it
sounds pretty cut and dry to me but that’s just me, I’m a forward
thinker.

“Here take this.” I’d just
pulled up outside the shop where she still worked because we’d
decided to let the company continue as is until after the baby at
least. So for now I still got to have my girl all to myself. I’m
going to miss the fuck out of her when she’s gone. I’ve thought
about talking her into leaving things as they are but that won’t be
fair she was so excited about it I couldn’t take that away from
her.

“What’s this?”

“I juiced spinach and
carrots while you were in the shower. You can sip on this all day
it’s full of beta carotenes or what the fuck ever.”

“You…Colt I drink soda with
lunch remember?”

“Not anymore you don’t and
you better not let me catch you, that shit’s full of unnecessary
bullshit that you don’t need right now.”

“What you researched that
too?” She was trying to be cute.

“Yep.” I didn’t care if she
got snippy I’m going to look out for her whether she wants me to or
not. She slammed out of the jeep muttering to herself while I
brought up the rear.

That old fuck Grimaldi was
in my place when we walked in.

“How the hell did you get in
here old man?”

“Is that anyway to speak to
your favorite client?”

“Favorite my ass, we don’t
have any business today.” I bypassed him because I’m pretty sure he
wasn’t here to see me. We conducted all our business on the phone.
That is when he deigned to talk to me; apparently he preferred Kat.
A stranger duo you’ve yet to see but leave it to my Angel to tame
the beast, ornery old bastard. If I brought something to the table
he hemmed and hawed like an old hen but let her present the same
thing and he acted like it was the best idea he’d ever heard. Never
mind I’d just told him the same shit ten minutes before. I got hip
to his shit early, the old fart just liked riling me up so now I
just let her deal with him, she’s the one who’d sealed the deal in
the first place anyway so might as well.

The two of them had their
heads together before I even made it into my office, I’m pretty
sure I was the subject under discussion, like I give a fuck.
Grimaldi could kiss my ass; he was now part of her network of go to
people for some strange reason. Another one to jump on the Colton
Lyon is crazy bandwagon. His old ass was lucky I liked him, that
and the fact that he’d put my bikes on the map or I would’ve laid
his ass out already.

“Lyon I’m taking your wife
for a spin in my new ride. Did you see it when you pulled
in?”

“No I missed it and she’s
not going anywhere she’s got shit to do.”

“Oh come on don’t be a wet
shirt we’ll be gone ten minutes tops.”

“Fine but no speeding you
old shit.” I knew I didn’t have to worry about that he’s as
protective of her as everyone else. That’s my Angel she draws that
shit out of people. That’s her con, she looks like an innocent
little bit of a girl until you get to know her and find out she’s
hell on wheels. I have no doubt she’s the one who’d suggested the
test drive and would most probably be the one behind the wheel. My
suspicions were confirmed when I heard all the whispering and
giggling and the passing of keys. I better go see what those two
were up to. I followed them out the door in time to see them
speeding out of the parking lot. The shit was just a blur as it hit
the pavement and took off. My heart was in my throat as the rest of
the crew came out from the shop to see what was going
on.