| Chapter 17
"You and the baby look perfectly healthy, Mrs. Quartermaine. I take it you took my advice and got plenty of rest?" Dr. Meadows asked as she moved the transducer over my belly and peered down at me over the rim of her glasses. "Yes, Dillon would barely let me get out of bed. I had to threaten him with bodily harm to get up so I could go play with Emma." I said as I squeezed Dillon's hand and smiled up at him as his cheeks had a slight hint of redness to them. "Sorry, but I didn't want you to over-exert yourself." He said as he stared at the monitor that allowed us to see the baby. "For heaven's sake it was just Go Fish." I said with a laugh. "You're really competitive." He said in defense. Dr. Meadows quietly laughed as she moved the transducer across my belly to get different views of the baby. "Would you two like to know the sex of the baby?" She asked as I looked up into Dillon's eyes and he nodded. "Ummm, sure." I said as I squeezed his hand and sat up a little to get a better look at the monitor. She moved the transducer down towards the lower side of my belly and before she could say anything, I already knew. "Oh my god, it's a boy!!" I shrieked. "That's right, you have a good eye." "Wait, I don't see anything. Show me." Dillon whined as I reached for him, not taking my eyes off the monitor. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down so his face was beside mine and I pointed to the monitor. "Ummm, honey, Emma didn't have one of those." I said with a laugh as Dr. Meadows covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing. "Would you like me to print some of these out?" She asked as she took a towel and whipped the gel off my stomach. "Yes, we would love some." I said as she smiled and then left the room. I slowly got up and lowered my shirt and walked over to the sink, getting some clean paper towels wet and finished cleaning off my belly. When I turned around Dillon was sitting in the chair beside the bed with a huge smile on his face, staring at me. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to stare." I said as I walked over to him and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. "You're amazing, you know that?" He said as he reached up and held onto my hips and sat me down on his lap. "Well of course I know that, I've just been waiting for you to realize it as well. I am kind of disappointed that it took you so long." I said with a laugh as I rested my head back on his shoulder. "You are too much." He said with a laugh as he kissed the inside of my neck and placed both our hands on my stomach. "We are going to have a son." He breathed against my neck causing me to shiver. "Yep, we are going to have a son, and Emma is going to have a little brother." I said as I hugged his arms closer to me. Dr. Meadows came in a few minutes later and once Dillon helped me up we got our pictures and the vitamins I would need and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "When is your mom bringing Emma back?" Dillon asked from the bathroom that was connected to our room. "Tomorrow after she gets done playing at the park with Alexis and Lily." I said as he walked out rubbing his neck. "What's wrong?" I asked as I walked up to him. "I think I slept wrong last night or something. My neck and back is killing me." He said as he winced. "Aww, go lay down on the bed, I'll give you a massage." I said as I quickly kissed him on the lips before going into the bathroom. I came back out a few seconds later with some massage oils but he was still standing there working his fingers into his neck. "Come on." I said as I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. He sat down at the edge and wrapped his arms around my legs pulling my closer to him and rested his head on my stomach. "I should be the one giving you a massage." He said as I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair. "Yea, but you can't give a good massage if you are in pain. So lay down." I said as I pushed him back. He finally gave in, took his shirt off and laid down on his stomach. "Tell me if I am too heavy." I said as I straddled his lower waist. "You're not." He said with a laugh. I reached for the remote and turned the tv off so there would be no noise to distract us. "Vanilla or Honey?" I asked as I looked down at the two bottles of massage oils. "Whatever you like." He said as he wiggled under me a little to get comfortable. "Ok, Vanilla." I said as I unscrewed the cap and poured some of the oil onto my hands. I sat the bottle back onto the table beside the bed and rubbed the oil on both my hands and started up at Dillon's neck. I could feel the tenseness in his shoulders and worked the palm of my hands into the back of his neck as he relaxed, the tension leaving after a few minutes. "So what happened with Faith the other day?" I whispered as I worked at his shoulder blades. "After you guys left...ughhh...she kept going on and on about how my mom killed her husband. Then after she kept talking, my mom said something about a life insurance policy and Faith blew up saying that she...mmmm...that she was the one that killed him." He said as I got more oil and started massaging his back and sides. "Then what happened?" I asked as I ran my hands back up to his neck and then down his back again. "She fired a shot into the ceiling to prove a point, I guess, and as soon as she did that a bunch of Lorenzo's guys came running into the room. It was great, like something out of a movie. They surrounded all of her men and forced them to give up their weapons and then tied them all up and we left out the back. I don't know why we had to leave out the back but I was just worried about getting to you...ughhh." He grunted as I pressed my palms into his lower back where I was sitting. I didn't say anything else, just kept massaging his back until all the tension was gone and all the oils had soaked in. "Feel better?" I asked as I leaned down and kissed behind his ear. "Much." He said as he turned around underneath me so I was now sitting on his stomach. He sat up so he was right in front of me and I was still partially in his lap, kissing me softly. "Lay back." He said as he gently laid me back and moved my shirt up to my chest so my round belly was sticking up. "What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the side of my stomach. "Hey little man, you being good for mommy?" He said as I laughed. After a few minutes I could feel the baby move. I leaned up on my elbows as the baby seemed to follow Dillon's voice. "Keep talking." I whispered as I stared down at my stomach. He kept talking and after a few minutes the baby had fully moved to where Dillon was. "Oh my gosh!" "Wow." He said as he sat back up and pulled me up with him "Ready for your massage now?" He asked as I nodded. "Ok lay on your side." He said as he moved out of the way so I could take his spot and lay down. I brought the sheets up to my chest and took my shirt and bra off, securing the sheets under my arms. It was harder for him to give me a massage because I couldn't lay on my stomach, so he wrapped one of his arms under my neck so I was using it as a pillow and moved the sheets so my back was exposed. He started to work the oils into my back as I leaned into him. "Mmmm." I groaned as I closed my eyes and completely relaxed against him. He kissed the back of my neck as his hands worked into the lower part of my back that seemed to be constantly sore with the weight of the baby. The combination of his hands and kisses was causing my head to spin. "How's that feel?" He asked as he kissed the hollow part of my throat that he knew would get my attention. "Good, but you better stop." I said not even daring to move. "Why?" He asked, his voice thick. "Because, for both our sakes, don't start something you can't finish." I said as his arm wrapped around my stomach to my other side and pulled me onto my back. His lips found mine as he laid partially over top of me. My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "I'm a perfectionist, I go above and beyond." He whispered into my ear as he nibbled on it. Above and beyond didn�t even come close to describing what he did that night. |