I also started writing a screenplay.
Yeah, I know I said I was a shit writer, but I took some writing classes. Turns out, I'm not as bad as I thought I was.
I'm writing a screenplay about my life. I have a lot to tell. And doing it has been therapeutic.
I'm almost finished writing it. When it's done, I'll give it to Tate to read. It involves him, so he should be the first to read it.
Whether I'll shop it to any studios or not, I'm not sure. But, for now, I'm glad I'm writing my story.
"Hey there, handsome."
I turn at the sound of Speedy's voice, and I nearly choke on the smoke in my lungs.
She looks fucking beautiful.
She always looks beautiful. But, right now … she's in a silver satin dress with black lace covering my girls, Pinky and Perky. Her hair is tumbling in waves down her back. The black stilettos on her feet will look amazing while wrapped around my back.
She looks hot as fuck.
My cock is standing to attention, ready to get in on some action with my girl.
I quick a glance at my watch. We've got ten minutes before the car gets here to take us to dinner. That's enough time for a quickie.
I stub my cigarette out, put a mint in my mouth, and walk over to her.
"You look gorgeous," I tell her.
"Right back at ya, babe." She smiles, pressing her hands to my chest. "And we're matching." She tugs gently on my tie.
I'm wearing a fitted black suit, dark gray shirt, and silver tie.
"Yes, we are." I slide my hands over her hips and grab her ass. "So … we've got ten minutes before the car gets here … " I raise a suggestive brow as I lean in and press my mouth to hers.
The sound of the buzzer for the gate has me sighing. "For fuck's sake."
She giggles against my lips. "That'll be the driver."
"He can wait." I start to kiss my way down her neck and cup her tit in my hand.
She moans softly.
The buzzer goes off again.
I stop kissing her neck and growl out a sound of frustration.
"We should go. He'll just keep buzzing."
"He'll get his ass kicked, is what he'll get," I grumble. "And the fucker can say good-bye to his tip."
She laughs again. "Come on, grumpy ass." She takes hold of my hand and leads me toward the front door. "We can have sex later."
"You bet your hot ass we will."
We arrive at the restaurant, and the maître d' leads us to the private dining room that I reserved.
It's a new Mediterranean tapas restaurant that recently opened, and it has been getting rave reviews.
We're seated, and the waiter appears, asking for our drink order.
I order sparkling water. Speedy orders a virgin strawberry daiquiri.
"You can have something stronger," I tell her. "Champagne? We are celebrating."
"I'm fine." She smiles.
She never drinks around me, no matter how often I tell her she can. But, honestly, her doing that just tells me how much she loves and supports me.
Our drinks come, and we place our food order.
I start to talk to her about a fundraising idea I have for Healing the Breaks, but I can tell she's not fully listening. She seems distracted.
"You okay?" I ask. "You just seem a little off your game."
"I'm fine. I was just … I have your gift, and I was going to wait until the end of dinner to give it to you. But I think maybe I should just give it to you now."
"Okay, sure. But, just to let you know, I don't have your gift with me. I'm giving it to you later."
She cocks a brow. "It's not your dick with a ribbon wrapped around it again, is it?"
I give her a serious look. "No. You know I never give the same gift twice."
I grin, and she laughs, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which is weird for Speedy because, when she smiles, she smiles with her whole face.
"You're not disappointed that I'm giving you your gift later, are you?"
"No, of course not." She picks her clutch up from the floor and seems to hesitate. Then, she reaches inside and pulls out a small white rectangular box. She places it in the center of the table between us. "I hope you like it."
"You know I will. You have the best taste. You picked me, didn't you?"
She doesn't laugh, which bugs me.
I pick the box up and give it a shake. It rattles.
"Okay, I'm guessing, watch." I go to lift the lid off and pause when she says my name. "What?"
"Look, if you don't like what's inside that box, it's fine. I swear. I mean, I know we both said in the past that we wanted this at some point, but we never said when, and I don't know when there's ever a right time, but-"
"Speedy?"
"What?"
"Stop talking, and let me open it."
"Okay."
I pull the lid off and stare down at the white stick inside the box.
My entire being freezes.
"You're pregnant?" The words feel like they rush out of me. I lift my eyes to hers.
She bites her lip and nods. "Seven weeks. I had it confirmed at the doctor's a few days ago. I thought I'd wait to surprise you. I just hope it's a good surprise." Her face is screwed up with nerves as she chews on her lip.
"Babe, it's a good surprise. It's the best fucking surprise ever."
"Really?"
"Really." I smile so big that I feel like my face might crack. "Jesus, Ava." I get up from my chair and sweep her up into my arms, hugging her tight. "I'm so fucking happy right now."
"God, I'm so relieved," she whispers. "I was so worried."
I lean back and take her face in my hands. "Why?"
"Because we didn't plan it, and I wasn't sure where your head was."
"You being pregnant with my baby is the greatest thing ever. Babe, it's the best gift I have ever received in my life. It's astro-fucking-nomical."
She smiles big, and my chest feels like it could burst with the love I feel for her.
I move a hand down to her stomach and press my palm to it. "I just can't believe our baby is inside of you right now."
"It's amazing, isn't it?" she whispers.
The waiter appears with our food. I look at it being laid out on the table, and after finding out that she's pregnant, I decide that I don't want to wait any longer to give her my gift.
"Speedy, would you mind if we take this food to go? I really want to give you your gift now."
She looks at me, surprised. "Okay, sure."
"Can you wrap this up to go?" I tell the waiter.
"Of course, Mr. Evans. Would you like any dessert to go with it?"
"Speedy?"
"I could eat some cheesecake."
"Two pieces of cheesecake as well. And make it quick."
The waiter rushes off to sort our food. I reach over the table, get the pregnancy test from the box, and put it in my pocket.
"What?" I say in response to the look on Speedy's face, which is a mixture of disgust and happiness.
"You do realize that I peed on that stick?"
"And your point is?"
"That it's kind of weird and gross that you're carrying around a stick with my urine on it."
"I'm carrying around a stick that says my girlfriend is pregnant with my baby. You're lucky I'm not waving this thing around for everyone to see."
She stares at me, laughter and concern in her gorgeous eyes. "Please don't do that."
"What's it worth for me not to do it?" I grin devilishly.
She leans close and whispers in my ear, "I'll let you do that thing to me that I said I would never let you do."
I lean back and stare in her eyes, my blood suddenly rushing south. "You mean, I can punch the starfish?"
Laughter bursts from her. "If that's slang for fifth base, then, yes, baby, you can punch the starfish."
"God, you're fucking awesome." I grab her face between my hands and press a kiss to her lips. "I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I'm glad I did it."
"You definitely got lucky, big guy." She pats my hand, grinning at me.
We're back in the car with our to-go food. And I just can't stop staring at Speedy's stomach.
Our baby is inside her right now. A part of her and a part of me. It's fucking mind-blowing.
A thought occurs to me.
"Speedy, does this mean I have to give up smoking now that we're having a baby?"
She turns her face to look at me. "Only if you want to. You've been doing so well with not drinking, and if giving up your cigarettes would feel like too much of an added pressure, then don't do it. The last thing I want is for you to put any unnecessary pressure on yourself."
And this is just one of the many reasons I love her. She always thinks about what's best for me.
"I'll think about it and have a chat with my sponsor, see what he thinks."
"I know you don't smoke in the house anymore, but you can't smoke around me at all now that I'm pregnant."
"I promise I won't." I press a kiss to her soft lips.
I see we're approaching our destination, and my stomach starts to churn with unexpected nerves. And, now, I really could do with a smoke.