Taming Damian(20)

But I knew today would change things for us. Today would make things  more real for me, and as much as I denied it, that terrified me. No  matter how much I told Alexis I was ready for this, I wasn't sure I was.

"What do you think it'll be?" Alexis's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Huh? What will what be?" I stole a glance at her as we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

She giggled. "Our baby, silly. They might be able to tell us if we're having a boy or a girl."





"Oh." I swallowed hard. I had completely forgotten that today's  appointment was also her first ultrasound exam. I wasn't sure what to  expect, which made me that much more nervous.

"Are you sure you still want to know the sex?" I could hear the concern in her voice.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?" I gave her a reassuring smile.

"I know some people prefer for it to be a surprise. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't pushing you if you didn't want to know."

I chuckled. "Honestly, Alex. I don't have a preference one way or the  other. So if you want to know the sex of the baby, then I'm behind you a  hundred percent."

"Thanks." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "And this is why I love you."

"Oh, and here I thought it was for my boyish charm?"

She laughed. "What boyish charm? Are you sure you're not confusing it with playboy charm? They're quite different, you know?"

I smirked at how much I loved her feistiness. "If my playboy charm is the key to your heart and pussy, I'll take it."

"Watch your language!" I'd known it was coming, but I laughed anyway  when it did. Alexis's hand smacked me playfully on the chest.

"Ouch! Are you always this abusive with those you love?" I teased.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. And last time I checked, the one I  loved enjoyed that abusive side. And quite a bit, I might add." She  giggled as she gave me a sideways glance.

"Touché." I laughed at her reference to the other night when she  handcuffed me and spanked my ass before she gave me the most intense  blowjob I'd ever had.

I parked and went around to her side of the car to open her door.

"Who knew a playboy can be such a gentleman?" she giggled.

"I'm no gentleman. I'm just buttering you up." A devious grin spread across my face.

"And what exactly are you buttering me up for?"                       
       
           



       

"Hmm. I'm not sure yet. Put it on my tab." I laughed and swung my arm over her shoulder as we walked toward the hospital.

"You're silly." She beamed at me. "So do you think we're going to have a boy or a girl?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"If it's a girl, can we name her Isabella?" She looked over at me and I saw a twinkle in her eyes.

"Sure. That's a pretty name. What made you think of that one?"

"It's my mom's name." I saw a lone teardrop slide down her cheek as she smiled up at me. "And we could call her Izzy for short."

I nodded. "Isabella it is."

"What about if it's a boy?"

"I like the name Damian Jr.," I declared confidently.

Alexis rolled her eyes. "You would."

"Oh, come on! I know you're dying to have a little Damian Jr. running around-"

"And causing havoc? A little heartbreaker in the making?" She snorted at  the thought. "Let me think about that for a second." She paused for a  second. "No."

I laughed. "That's cold! Come on. You got to name Izzy. I think it's only right I get to name the baby if it's a boy."

She laughed and shook her head.

"At least think about it." I gave her a wink and flashed her one of my dazzling signature smiles.

"You know that doesn't work on me, right?" She rolled her eyes again.

I snickered. "Darn. Life would be so easy if it did."

Thirty minutes later, I was standing next to Alexis, who was lying on a hospital chair.

"Okay, this might feel a little cold." The nurse smoothed on some gel  over Alexis's exposed abdomen. She clicked on the machine and moved a  transducer across Alexis's stomach.

Within seconds, we heard a whooshing sound and a moving figure of a fetus appeared on the monitor.

I stared, gaping at the screen, unable to believe what I was seeing. My  initial impulse was to run and escape from this permanent commitment.  But then I heard something else.

Thrump, thrump, thrump, thrump, thrump.

I froze. Alexis gasped beside me. She had heard it too.

"Is that … ?" I looked over at the nurse.

She smiled and nodded. "That's the baby's heartbeat."

"Oh my God." Alexis squeezed my hand and beamed up at me. I saw the  tears of joy in her eyes, and I immediately felt happy. "That's our  baby," she squealed.

"That's our baby," I repeated, sharing in her sense of joy and pride. I  laughed in amazement as I stared back at the ultrasound monitor. I'd  never thought about babies before, especially a baby of my own. But when  I heard that tiny heartbeat, something changed inside me. That tiny  thing came from me!

"That's a strong and healthy heartbeat." The nurse smiled at us. "And it looks like you're about twelve weeks along, Alexis."

"That's great!" I could hear the relief and excitement in Alexis's voice as we both looked at the monitor.

"So I have here that you want to know what the sex of the baby is." The nurse looked at a chart in front of her.

"Yes, we do," Alexis said as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

I looked at the screen again, this time focusing on one area. A wave of  pride washed through me as I saw a sizeable shape near the center of the  baby.

"Oh shit, I see it! Look at that large pecker," I said excitedly.  "That's definitely my son Damian Jr." I nudged Alexis purposefully as I  looked at my son's large penis on the ultrasound monitor. I'd never felt  so proud as I did at that moment. Even at twelve weeks old, my son was  doing me proud.

The nurse cleared her throat. "Mr. Castillo?" She looked at me tentatively.

"Yeah." I finally pulled my gaze away from the screen and looked over at her.

"Umm. What I think you're seeing is the baby's arm. You're having a girl."

I heard Alexis break into a fit of laughter.

"Oh."

"Move over, Damian Jr. Hello, sweet baby Izzy." She continued to giggle as she watched me recover from my surprise.

I cleared my throat. "Well, that's a nice strong arm our baby girl has there."

Alexis gasped for breath as she tried to stop laughing.

I snorted. "You're not going to let me live this down, huh?"

"Nope." She grinned up at me. "That's what you get for trying to name our baby Damian Jr."

"So here's your sonogram photo you can take with you guys." The nurse handed me the photo.                       
       
           



       

I took it and looked at it closely. "Okay, so maybe that would have been an abnormally large penis."

"Just a little," the nurse agreed. She stifled a giggle as she cleared  her throat. "So we should probably schedule you in for your second  trimester ultrasound exam in ten weeks."

I laughed. "Poor Damian Jr."





CHAPTER TWELVE

Alexis

Two Weeks Later



Somewhere outside of my consciousness, a high-pitched beeping was going  off in regular intervals nearby. Muffled sounds of distant conversations  and movement caused me to stir in my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes.  The room was dim, and I could smell a hint of bleach in the stale air.

I groaned as I moved my head around and tried to remember where I was.

"Alex?" I heard his familiar, soothing voice next to me.

I turned toward that voice and saw him. Damian. His radiant blue eyes twinkled as he beamed down at me.

"You're awake." I felt his hand grasp mine.

"Where am I?" My mind was foggy and I couldn't remember the last thing that had happened to me.

"You're in the hospital, babe. You just had your mastectomy surgery a  few hours ago." I heard Damian's voice crack slightly as he squeezed my  hand. "You were so brave."

"My surgery." The fog from the anesthesia was slowly wearing off. I  looked down toward my chest, and even under the blankets, I saw that the  right breast was no longer there. A tear rolled down my cheek as the  finality of my loss washed over me. "Can you help me get up? I need to  go to the restroom."

"Sure thing, babe." His firm hands lifted me into a sitting position and  helped me out of the hospital bed. "Do you want any help in there?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

"Oh no! I didn't mean anything sexual by that. I really do mean normal  help. Your upper body may still be stiff and sore from the surgery."