The Girl With the Pink Bat
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 12
I should have known I was pregnant when everything began to stink. Not life, mind you, or the fact that I have gained five pounds overnight. But everything else stank, real bad. I kept asking, “What’s that smell?” and Ray would look at me and say, “What smell?”
This describes my morning sickness, which didn’t just happen in the morning. No, it happened to me all day, every day, and mostly when something had a strong odor to it. The smell of coffee was horrendous to me.
I was energetically stirring my herbal tea bag, getting the string tangled around the spoon when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and sighed. It was my sister.
“Hi, Sis,” Jenny greeted me.
“Hi, Jenny.”
“Mom called Liam and me a while ago, and told us the happy news ... about the baby.”
I sighed. “I can imagine what she said.”
Jenny laughed on the other side of the line. “You would be right.”
“Your sister is driving me crazy,” I said, doing a perfect impersonation of my mother’s voice. “She got pregnant and now she doesn’t want to get married. She is going to give me a heart attack. How could she do this to me?”
We both laughed.
“You know Mom. She’ll eventually come around,” Jenny said.
“Or maybe that’s just magical thinking,” I sighed.
“You know you can count on me, right?”
“I know, Jen. Thank you.”
“You’re going to need a lot of help in the next few months to come.”
“Help?” I asked blankly.
“Kara,” Jenny said softly. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into? You’re going to have a baby. A little person that will depend on you for everything.”
“Why do you have to go and remind me? I was doing a good job at avoiding that little detail,” I said, half-jokingly.
She laughed, and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I feel? I am tired of seeing my food twice.”
“You know what I am asking you, Kara,” Jenny said. “I know you better than anyone. You hide it well, but you’re probably scared.”
“I am,” I admitted, feeling suddenly sick. “I really, really am.”
“We’ll figure it out together, Sis. You’re not alone.”
“I know. But I’m not alone. Ray is with me...” My eyes widened as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
I was truly counting on Ray. Wow!
I could imagine my sister’s smile on the other side of the line.
“Ray is a great man, Kara.”
“Yes, he is a great FRIEND,” I emphasized on the last word.
Jenny just laughed, “Keep telling that to yourself that he’s just a friend. He’s the father of your baby, too.”
“You too, Jen?”
“I’ll say just one more thing, Sis. Did you consider that Ray must be wondering if the reason why you don’t want to marry him is because you think he is not good enough for you?”
“Oh, shit!”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jenny said.
“I have to talk with him and set things straight.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me. Call me if you need to talk ... or a bridesmaid,” Jenny laughed, and ended the call.
I was not sure how to tell Ray pity had gone out the window the second my mouth had touched his that first night.
I went to the living room and stood in front of him, until he raised his head from the phone and looked at me.
“Listen to me carefully, Ray Clarke: I do not pity you!” I blurted out.
He looked at me, confused. “Okay?”
“Have you seen a mirror recently? You’re not exactly hurting in the looks department.”
I blatantly skimmed my eyes up his trim jeans and tucked-in shirt to his throat and striking face. Oh, yeah, he wasn’t lacking at all.
“You smell good, too,” I added, moving even closer until my nose was only inches from his neck, where I took a big whiff, almost groaning when I inhaled his male scent. “Your smell is one of the few that doesn’t make want me to puke.”
“Eh ... thanks?”
The heat coming off his body was intoxicating.
I shivered in delight. “I don’t mind the way your hands felt on me, either,” I whispered into his ear.
I lifted my fingers to his hair and was about to tell him I liked the texture when he caught my wrist. I gasped in surprise and met his stare.
“I remember how you used to take in stray dogs and patch them up.” His nostrils flared as he spoke, telling me my proximity affected him. “I’m not some lame bird with a broken wing, Kara.”
“Thank God,” I purred, rubbing against him. “Because right now, I want some hard, fast sex, no strings attached, no emotions involved ... just body to body, mouth to mouth...” I murmured the last few words against his lips and didn’t finish the sentiment before his tongue scraped over my teeth.
His hands skimmed my body once before he grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stripped off his pants. More articles of clothing followed as we stumbled toward my room.
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