Chapter 31: Cleared

POV: Gabby / Zac

Word Count: 3097

July 13, 2009

Eight weeks was up Saturday but this was the first available day and of course his appointment wasn’t until 1:30, they could have done really early and I’d have been fine! But, it did give me a chance to meet Dawn at the studio because she was taking the website live, which was what we were doing while they worked on whatever it was they were doing.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use another name?”

“I’m sure.”

Art by Gabriella was what I chose for a business name when I had to chosen for the state license, who knew selling artwork was something I’d have to have a license for! I was forever grateful to Zac and his brothers for the help there because they’d been through it before, so they were able to make the process less painful and less stressful. She fixed a few issues I had when trying to use the new servers, mostly I didn’t have the right programs so she got them and here I was about to be live.

“All you have to do is upload the last of the documents, which will be the main page.”

I was nervous but happy to upload those pages, which went fine.

“You now have a website.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Any questions before I head out?”

“Nope.”

She smiled and after verifying that everything worked she headed out. I walked her to the front and just lucked out that the mail was early today.

“It’s uncommon for you to be here this early Earl.”

“I started my route backwards today because I have a crap load of boxes for you guys.”

“Oh god, what did they order!”

“I think it’s tour merchandise or something, it’s heavy.”

I propped the door open so he could bring in the multiple boxes, it was merchandise and I was shocked they mailed them normal postage. The last item he brought in with the signature papers was a smaller box.

“You’re mail.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I signed for the others and he headed out. I went to the back room and after they stopped recording informed them of the boxes, which Taylor and Isaac had to move.

“What’s that?”

“No idea. It’s from..Maine. It was mailed the third, took a hell of a long time to get here.”

“I see.”

I used his pocket knife to cut the tape off and inside was a cute little pink owl, it was ceramic and had large eyes with cut outs and the front had holes also. It was quite pretty. I sat it on the table and pulled the rest of the packing out, finding a note in the bottom.

We accept the love we think we deserve. You accepted Max’s love, you deserved better. You accepted Sierra’s love, you deserved better. You accepted Simon’s love, you deserved better. You accept Zac’s love…but you deserve better…

I read the note and then just packed the items back up. I did accept Zac’s love, but no one can do any better than him. Him, I deserved to be with.

“Gabby?” he asked.

“Not going to pay any attention to this shit anymore. Stupid little games from a stupid little boy. Besides, it was mailed from Maine, who cares.”

He gave me a tight hug. “They’re wrong anyway, you don’t deserve better than me. I’m pretty sure I have set that bar so damn high that no one can touch it.”

“See, you’ve been doing that shit on purpose.”

He just smiled at me and then they got back to work, I went to draw. I had a few hours, I chose the control room and sat down on the stool. I had nothing particular in mind but it was Zac’s gasp in my ear that caused me to turn.

“Thank god I came in here and not them. It’s almost time to go though.”

“Go?”

“Yeah, it’s eleven thirty. They cut out for lunch so I figured we could stop and then head to the appointment. But, I know what’s on your mind.”

The little smirk caused me to look down at the tablet, because I surely didn’t know what I was drawing and what I found I quickly covered.

“Well, that’s a first.”

“Yeah, I don’t recall many pictures of us having sex being drawn out like that. Gotta admit that was pretty good though, can we keep that private though?”

“Definitely.”

We headed out to lunch after I put the tablet up, Taylor and Isaac were very respectful they wouldn’t open it without asking. We did Caz’s for lunch because I wanted the salad and then we headed to his appointment. They were mostly checking to make sure the places healed well and that there isn’t pain or discomfort. I sat in the room, but mostly listened to them because Zac was very open with the doctor. I did hear the whole conversation, but what stuck out was his clearance to return to his previous activity level, he still wanted him to do the exercises to help continue to strengthen that area.

We were not returning to the studio, so he opted to go by the store first. We hadn’t had much time to shop and needed stuff at home like groceries and laundry detergent.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” he asked.

“You.”

He paused. “I cannot be cooked honey.”

“My answer remains the same.”

How he ever made it more than eight weeks was beyond me, sure he was very good with oral sex and he’d found creative ways to follow his doctor’s orders and still be able to do a lot more, but oral sex wasn’t quite cutting it anymore. It was good, but I wanted more.

“Chicken?”

“Sausage.”

He turned and looked at me. “Why do I get the feeling that is not referring to the sausage they sell here?”

“It’s here just not for sale.”

“You know the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get home right?”

“Bribery, nice. Fine, since you won’t put this off then chicken is fine.”

“Breast or thigh?”

“I’d prefer your teeth on either but breast is fine.”

He just sighed and picked out a few packages and kept throwing stuff in the buggy, snack foods and dinner items. We did wonder through the baby section too, now that we’d informed the world that we were expecting it didn’t feel like we had to sneak through. Comments on that varied from nice to downright vicious. But, I ignored the vicious ones because they were just jealous.

We checked out at the front and loaded the car down, which meant I’d have to wait until the stuff was put up. I think he drove slow on purpose, swear he parked and changed the cars position ten times before declaring it perfectly in the garage. He was going to drive me insane, before I could even get inside!

-Zac-

If the drawing of us having sex wasn’t a big enough clue the little snide comments were. Even unloading the groceries she suggested simply leaving it in the trunk. I was rather shocked she was letting me take stuff out of the bags! I wasn’t paying much attention to what was left but I felt her behind me, felt her hands slide around my waist.

I’d have to be insanely stupid to say that I didn’t want to drag her off the moment he gave me clearance, but damn! I did at least want this put up first.

“I love you.”

Yep, I was mildly confused that she wasn’t doing anything but simply holding me.

“I love you too.”

She let me finish taking the canned items out of the bags and even putting them up but I was about to start on the next bag when her left hand dipped, putting light pressure on the front of my jeans, right across my dick.

“You know it won’t take five minutes to finish this.”

“You can keep doing that.”

She waited for a few minutes before the other hand did the same move, little more pressure this time and I could already feel blood flowing, the tingling and even the spread of heat. I moved a few more cans out of the bag before her hand moved across again, it was getting a bit harder to concentrate on putting up these items.

“You aren’t finished yet.”

“Kind of hard to concentrate when you’re being all evil.”

“Sooner you get done, sooner you can do other things.”

So rude to use my own lines! I tried to ignore her hands but the more times she rubbed down, the less my brain wanted to put up anything. Her hand stopped casual rubbing and became more focused. I started to turn around but she stopped me.

“No. I’ll turn you when I want too. I rather like this.”

It really didn’t take long for my brain to connect the sentence to my own actions at the apartment months ago. So, I remained facing the counter, when I could remember I’d add a can to the cabinet. She undid the button and I really wanted to turn, but she stopped me.

“Come on, now you are being mean.”

“I don’t think so.”

I swear the sound of the zipper echoed around the room, was it really that empty and open?! I managed to somehow get the last few cans put away before she was sliding her hand across the shaft through underwear and I let my head drop some. It was her hand making skin to skin contact that caused the moan though. But, she didn’t stop, kept on until there was no denying how ready I was.

She was slightly shocked when I did turn around, because I backed her against the counter, began to undo the buttons of her shirt, while keeping her occupied with kisses. I could feel her arms around my waist and once the shirt and bra were somewhere on the floor I moved down, I loved the moans she gave as I washed over the nipples, loving the way they responded to me quickly hardening under my tongue. But I moved on down, feeling different now that her abdomen wasn’t quite as flat as it was months ago. The best part about maternity shorts, no buttons or zippers just slide them down and toss them wherever.

This position though, not going to work, she gasped a bit when I sat her up on the counter and I kissed her.

“Better position for me.”

I nudged her back but found that there wasn’t much I needed to do, she’d been thinking about this all day apparently. But as much as I wanted to be having sex here, she was too high but the living room was a very good option, also gave me time to remove the remaining clothes I had on before she shoved me down on the couch and straddled my lap.

I was so glad the doctor cleared me, especially as she lowered herself down onto me. I really had missed sex and damn she felt the same to me. Warm, soft and very wet. I vaguely heard my phone but the fact she was rising and falling at a steady pace meant I didn’t care who it was.

“Fuck, missed this.” Her words were breathless and fairly quiet.

When she got too fast, I slowed her down some, wanting it to last even if I could feel the tightening in my balls already. Not that it mattered I could feel her tightening around me too. First orgasm in eight weeks, definitely powerful, it didn’t help that it felt like she’d tightened up more than normal. She then laid there in my arms, not that I could move really.

“No more getting shot.”

I kissed her neck. “No more bullets. Exactly how long did you think about this?”

“Weeks. Now I need a nap for real.”

It took very little to shift us from sitting up to laying down and to pull the blanket down over us.

“Done.”

“I didn’t think I’d really miss sex.”

I giggled. “You get cut off for 8 weeks to months and you learn that oral just doesn’t cut it after a bit.”

“Exactly my thought, not that your oral skills are bad. Pretty damn good if you ask me.”

“You really are the only person I’ve wanted to give oral sex too.”

“Did your phone ring?”

“It did, I wasn’t going to stop you to answer and it’s in my pants pocket in the kitchen. If it’s important, they’ll call back.”

She got a little closer to me and she really did fall asleep, but I laid here and held her. I was trying not to show that the little gifts and notes weren’t bothering me, but they were. It was strange that she was missing underwear, having that dress show up was weird, pictures of her and Sierra when she was adamant no one had seen them but me. Sierra was insistent as well. It was bothering me quite a bit because clearly it was someone that knew us.

I knew that because of the little display at the door and the constant ones that just show up. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out who could be doing it though. I wasn’t aware of anyone I knew that was capable of Simon’s murder. Max’s maybe, it wasn’t that bad but Simon’s murder took time and if those papers were a confession, the killer was there for days. Tortured him and made him confess his sins before killing him and dismembering his body. Which was gruesome and not many of my friends were like that.

It could be someone she knew before, James would be high on my list. But, she hadn’t indicated knowing anyone with the capability to kill Simon, not even Sierra knew anyone. The worst possible solution was that it really was an obsessed fan or obsessed guy. If that were true then the boxes coming to the house were much more disturbing.

She didn’t stir until about 4:45 and then she sat up slightly.

“Sleep well?”

She nodded. “I just have to pee now.”

I giggled and untucked her, letting her up. She didn’t even bother to put clothes on before heading to the front, I got up and stretched, found my phone. Taylor had called but then text me saying since I didn’t answer, he guessed I was cleared. I laughed at that and replied that I was clear. She came back in the room and just put the shirt back on.

“I guess I shouldn’t bother with much?”

“Nope. You know me.”

I just slipped the underwear back on and then we set about fixing dinner.

“Are you really okay with the reveal party?” She asked.

“Yes, why?”

“Well, you didn’t seem thrilled for starters and you haven’t said much about it. Do you want to know next week?”

“There is a part of me that feels like discovering the gender should be between us, it’s not everyone’s baby. It’s ours. But, I do like her idea of a reveal party and everyone knowing the same time.”

“But, is that what you want? It is a good idea Zachary, but if you don’t want to do that then we don’t have too. We are the parents and it’s our choice.”

I put the chicken in the oven and turned to her.

“I would like to know next Monday, however, the idea of my parents finding out, our brothers, and friends when we do, is something I’d like too. If Abby is dead set on this gender reveal party then I am okay with it. But we do need to think about designs or what we like before then because we don’t have a lot of time after that to really set it up and we won’t have a lot of time after tour either.”

She just had this shy little look that told me she’d already been doing that.

“What do you have?”

“I’m not sure for a boy, I do like the sports theme but think it shouldn’t be like every single one. I’d like something simple and clean. Nothing like the Brook’s did.”

“What? You don’t want a huge mural?”

“No. I think it works for some but that’s an extensive and expensive to do and in five years the kid won’t care.”

“So, what were you thinking?”

“Simple. Solid color for the walls, maybe a border or something. Curtains with designs, obviously the bedding. But, beyond that I think it should be simple.”

“Well, there are tons of colors available, did you have an idea there?”

“Maybe light to medium colors, nothing really dark or nothing too bright.”

“I think that can be arranged. What would you like with dinner?”

“Did we get turnip salad?”

“You got a few cans of it.”

“That’ll work and maybe sliced tomatoes and cucumbers? Or potatoes.”

“I’m a potato person.”

“Potatoes it is.”

I finished up cooking and we ate at the table. She did do a tomato with her meal though. I then cleaned up the kitchen.

“I wonder what people would think if I said you were a pretty good cook.”

“They wouldn’t believe you.” I said.

“Well, your family might but not sure any fan would.”

“They wouldn’t for sure, I’ve been far too adamant that I can’t cook.”

“So bad of you.”

“Keeps them from asking me what I like to cook.” I smiled.

She laughed. “They just keep asking what you can cook.”

I finished cleaning and then looked at her. “What now?”

Why I bothered I don’t know, she had already undone the buttons of the shirt, like I needed anymore incentive to follow her up-stairs. I did take a few extra moments to cut things off and set the alarm. Before finding her running a bath, which I could now take. I may like this idea!

Turns out I did like the idea of a nice bath and she didn’t even let me get dressed, instantly pulled me into round 2, which because it was here we didn’t feel the need to rush, the bed was also better for her as it wasn’t hard or rough, but her being on the bottom wasn’t quite okay, but I would never complain being on the bottom!

I was pretty sure we were asleep before midnight, but I wasn’t entirely sure.

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