Misfit(288)
“Yeah, as ready as my ass ever fuckin’ be.”
“You’re having another boy, Meggie,” Dr. Will said gently.
Viola patted Meggie’s arm.
“Oh.” She didn’t mean to sound so disheartened. The most important thing was the health of the baby, not the sex.
“Told you, baby,” Christopher said, his smug grin obvious even through the phone. “Patsy was a fuckin’ nice name, but we gotta go with the boy one now.”
Meggie smirked at the phone, her disappointment evaporating. She already had a lot of boy clothes and boy toys. She’d give Rebel her own room, decorate it in her daughter’s favorite color of pink, then move Rule in with CJ and have Ryder and the new baby share a nursery. “I have a boy name.”
“Paul. Like we fuckin’ discussed, yeah?”
She grinned. “Nope.”
“What the fuck you mean? It was gonna be Patsy for a girl and Paul for a boy, since I banned the fuckin’ letter ‘R’ from your fuckin’ vocabulary.”
“The new baby’s name will be Ransom,” she said with a little sniff. “Anyway, the boys are calling Rebel ‘El’, so…”
“So you tellin’ my ass we gonna have CJ, Rebel, Rule, Ryder, and Ransom?”
“I guess,” she said, her glumness returning. She should’ve left well enough alone, instead of stopping her pills the day she’d gone to the consultation with Christopher about his vasectomy. Given her actions, he had every right to ban a name starting with ‘R’. “Um, we can name him Paul.”
Christopher sighed. “Fuck, baby. He comin’ out your pussy. Name his lil’ ass rattlesnake for all I give a fuck.”
“Okay.”
“My new boy healthy, yeah, Doc?”
Clearing her throat to contain her laughter, Dr. Will said, “Yes. Very.”
“I ain’t even gotta ask about my girl,” he said. “I already know if she wasn’t, you woulda said upfront.”
“You bet.”
“Oh, yeah, Doc, Megan told me you knocked up, too. First baby. Congratu-fuckin-lations.”
Dr. Will smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.”
“Tell your old man, congrats, too.”
“I’m not with him any longer,” the doctor confided. “He left when I told him about the baby.”
“Fuck, babe. Gimme his name and shit. I’ma fuck him up just for you.”
“Omigod, Christopher,” Meggie screeched. “You can’t do that.”
“The fuck I can’t. I owe Doc Will. She been at your side since CJ. She saved your life. That make her one of us. If a motherfucker fuckin’ with her, he gettin’ fucked up. Case fuckin’ closed.”
“Goodbye, Christopher,” Meggie hissed, disconnecting before her husband said another incriminating word. It didn’t matter that the doctor was aware of Christopher’s activities. This was her baby’s father he was threatening. “Don’t tell anyone what Christopher said. Please,” she added, as the doctor finished the ultrasound and Viola handed Meggie a towel.
“I say let Mr. Caldwell wipe his ass off the face of the earth,” Viola harrumphed.
“Viola!” Dr. Will snapped, her eyes widening in shock.
“Sorry, Dr. Will,” the older woman said. “That was unprofessional of me. I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds. Mr. Caldwell’s just so…so real he makes a body forget where she’s at.”
Dr. Will nodded. “I understand. Just don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Viola hastened through her tasks, then bid Meggie farewell until her next appointment.
“If you have any questions or concerns before you see me again, don’t hesitate to call me,” Dr. Will said.
Meggie got up from the table and pressed the number eight, Mortician’s speed dial number, to let him know she was ready to head back to the club. Her guard detail rotated as usual, although Johnnie was still excluded. Every time Val’s turn came around, Mortician made sure to be there, too, but Meggie was finally feeling comfortable enough with him again to go back to one-on-one.
“See you soon,” she told the doctor, then paused. “Would you like to come to dinner one evening? There’s a couple of single members I could introduce you to.”
“No. I’m fine.”
Right. Not every woman fell apart in the face of having a creep for a man.
“If you ever change your mind, you have my number.”
“Roxy has already introduced me to someone, Meggie,” Dr. Will admitted sheepishly.
“Roxy? Bailey’s mom?”
“Your husband isn’t the only one I have to answer to in that club. She takes her role as club mother seriously. Over the course of the months, we’ve become friends.” Dr. Will grinned. “Mr. Caldwell was a few weeks late in his offer. Roxy has offered to, er, cut the bitch on my behalf.”