Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) (29 page)

The doctor visit was informative and mesmerizing. By her calculations, Gia was nearly two months along. Another month and she’d be out of the first trimester. Her nausea came and went throughout the whole day. Sometimes it hit early morning. While other times, at night. I was confused as to what caused it or why?

We both had deep concerns about my past drug issues and her current medication to treat her bi-polar disorder. The doctor explained that often times, many people don’t know they’re pregnant early on. We also found out often times women being treated for bi-polar disorder can safely come off their meds. The hormones during pregnancy somehow balance out. She’d be monitored closely, though. If she needed something, there were safer medications that are acceptable during pregnancy. Not preferred, but acceptable. I wouldn’t say I was comforted by that. But I certainly felt better than I did. All and all, she said the baby
should
be safe.

Our conversation was steered again toward morning sickness and food. “Maybe you’re not eating what you should be eating,” I told Gia, looking for the doctor to elaborate on what foods to eat and what not to.

“It won’t matter what she eats. So let her eat what she can keep down and fill this prescription for when it’s not staying down.” She winked at Gia, handing me the script. Yeah, they were buddying up against me. Chance might as well have been there, that way it would be three against one. Gia was laying pant-less with a sheet draped across her bottom half. Her legs were spread wide and her ass was at the edge of the table.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.

“What’s so funny?” She eyed me evilly. I motioned that I’d tell her later. The doctor would think I was a fucking pervert if I said what I was thinking.

“What about sex?” I asked.

“What about it?” She turned while between Gia’s legs. Damn. She was a feisty little sprite of a thing.

“Can she have it? How often? When do you need to stop having it? And, umm…how does positions or roughness factor in,” I asked in one breath, shrugging.

Gia’s face flushed crimson red. I was suddenly nervous. Did I say something wrong? I was new at this. I was only a few hours old. A mere fledgling. I looked to the doctor who looked equally offended as Gia’s arms crossed her chest. Damn.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Completely fucking hilarious, women are. “See that? He does that biting thing with his gorgeous lips. That’s why I’m here with my legs open. He has this Dom juju that gets me to open them,” she huffed at the doctor.

The doctor was now biting her own lip to keep from laughing. “Oh, I had one of those once upon a time. Had a helluva time, too!” she said sweetly, then addressed the both of us. “You can safely have sex up until the last trimester as often as you feel. To speak about the roughness, I wouldn’t be too aggressive. Gia will be a good determining factor. So I’d look to her to see what her comfort level is. In other words, she still holds the control.” She smiled winking at Gia.

“Ha! I love you! I wish you had an office in the US.” They both laughed. I sat down, chuckling to myself. Why’d I ask? I shook my head at myself. I knew better. I did. It had to be the fledgling thing. It was fucking with my head.

“From the feel of things, you can expect a mid-summer baby. A sonogram will give you better accuracy,” she explained.

“Can we do that?” I popped up from the chair.

“We sure can, but I won’t be able to tell you the sex. She’s too early in her pregnancy. But, you can hear the heartbeat.” She grinned. I loved the lady doctor, too. Too bad she didn’t have an office in Colorado.

I held Gia’s hand as we listened to the first sounds of our baby. The doctor said it was a strong heartbeat, which was great. Then she explained how some say a quicker rate meant girl and a strong, low is a boy. We spent the remainder of the day arguing about that. I definitely heard low and strong. She was positive and bet her crepes it was a girl. I’d have this fight any time with her. As long as her and my baby were in my arms…

I was told once to not let the shadows of my past darken the doorstep of my future. At the time, I didn’t realize the weight those words would carry. However, I did that night.

My beauty was in a red dress that hugged her every curve deliciously. She was a sexy vixen and she knew it. While getting dressed, she said she was going to dress pregnant- sexy-chic. Whatever the fuck that meant. I didn’t want to lose another argument with her about
her
body and what it made
me
feel. Hot. It didn’t matter what
she
wore. It was
her
. Not the clothes. Okay. I got it. She’d dress sexy for me as long as she could pull it off.

Chance was telling her to pray she carried small. But if she didn’t, no biggie. He knew someone who knew someone. I wanted to choke that plaid-sock-wearing-motherfucker. It took an hour to get Gia out of her funk. She was depressed about gaining weight. It had always been one of her many demons. I knew as much. Fuck knows I’ve got a battalion of them myself.

Before our stage prayer, I announced our engagement and Gia’s pregnancy. Jake, Woody, and Dave were the first to congratulate us. It genuinely showed on their faces. That felt good. Ender was still moody and standoffish. He just said
good luck
and walked back to his girl. I wasn’t going to let that jealous motherfucker get in my headspace.

That night, we would put the band before our personal grievances, which was fucking fine with me. We didn’t have the time for another argument that would certainly lead to my fist in his face. He had his girl with him. I didn’t care much for her. She had that permanent sour-lemon-smirk-face and a dress that barely covered her fake-ass tits. Either she thought she was better than she was, or was pissy about Gia and me not being so welcoming. Fuck her. I didn’t like her. More than likely, she sold those pics to the tabloids. Which meant she was a money whore. There was definitely something off about her. I didn’t have the time at the moment to figure it the fuck out so I asked Gia to steer clear. Yeah, it was hard for her considering Cindy wasn’t there and she was the only girl, but I just had a feeling this chick was a problem. Call me crazy, you wouldn’t be the first.

Before entering the stage, I kissed my beauty. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you, caveman. Have a great show. Kick fucking ass.” She clapped alongside Chance and Commando. Between the two of them, she’d be safe.

The stage was darkened. Its only source of light was the goth candles across it. “Buona sera Italia! Che cazzo di roccia!” I greeted them to deafening cheers.
Good evening Italy! Let’s fucking rock!
We rocked our opening set. Even Ender was smiling—always the consummate professional. We had to in order to attain the success we have. We had an oath to our fans. To each other as musicians. And we took that seriously.

The crowd’s energy filled me with electricity. Being on stage was my purpose in life. It was where I felt alive. It got me higher than any drug. Our brand of music was influencing other genres. There was no greater compliment. We were the lucky ones to be so well connected and plugged-in with our fans. Because of our fans, we were finally enjoying the fruits of our labor. Somehow, the jealousness, arguments, and the pettiness seemed worth it. We lived and died for this moment.

Since it was our last show, it was going to be a pyrotechnics’ wet dream. We were going to go out with a bang. Dave wanted this show to make history. We agreed. It was our first European tour, but not the last. However, you don’t get many firsts in life. Fuck yeah. We’d make this a memorable show.

“We recorded this a few month ago. Let me know how you like it,” I said, returning the mic to its stand and grabbed my guitar. “Promise me,” I said, beginning the melody.

Promise me you’ll try

To leave it all behind

You…you…you…

The only way is to let my guard down

Stay with me…

This is what we need

This heart, it beats

Beats for you

My heart is your heart

What am I gonna do with you—everything.

I turned and winked at my beauty. She was positively beaming. Ah. She was my own personal sunshine. Ender stepped up smiling. I nodded. I guess he was feeling the music as I did. We had a legacy to uphold. The next sixty minutes flew by, leaving me sweaty. I grabbed the towel they put out for me on Woody’s set and wiped my face and neck. Fuck those lights were blazing hot.

We were surrounded by a circus of people that had our souls on fire. I asked the band to hang back while I brought Gia on stage. I wanted to publicly announce our happy news and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it.

“Everyone out there all right? I can’t hear you?” I asked, pumping them up. The response was ear-shattering. A single beam of light reflected off a stool I had brought out. “Please welcome my fiancée.” I held out my hand as she sauntered out, smiling. Yeah, that’s my beauty. And that’s the smile that owns my fucking beating heart. Woody provided a rolling drum beat for effect. She flipped him off playfully. The crowd loved it, screaming “Gia!”

It was only a reaffirmation of my love for her. Proof of that love was properly seated on her finger, throat, and in her swollen belly. I smiled down at her, lifting her up onto the stool. “This is a lullaby for my beauties. Can you figure out why I’d be singing one?” I said while rubbing Gia’s belly gently.

What I need is more than affection

Show me…trust me…believe in me.

I’ve made mistakes I’m just a man,

But when I see you sleep, touch your hair, hold close

I know that you’re my always….

There’s no denying when I look in your eyes that girl it’s you

You’re my always…

The crowd was silent—affected. I only hoped my beauty felt the love that was inside of me. I was about to end the song with a kiss to her belly. I kneeled and saw Chance and Commando running on to the stage. What the fuck. They were screaming. Waving their hands. Commando threw Chance to the floor. Gia turned in their direction, wide-eyed.

“Get on the ground now!” Commando yelled. “The laser’s on you.” He pumped his arms trying to get to us faster.

Laser? I stood, looking at my shirt. A red laser agitated across my shirt. I looked up to see where it was coming from as I grabbed for Gia.

She screamed as shots rang out, tackling me to the floor. Commando was on top of her. Security stormed the stage and the lights were turned on within seconds. The blinding light in my eyes made it hard to see. Over the cries of fans, my own screams weren’t heard. Commando yelled out orders to surround us. The team closed in quickly.

“Beauty,” I whispered in her ear. Nothing. She probably couldn’t hear me. Commando peeled himself off us. We were safe. Thank fuck! He took doing his job to a whole new level. Definitely worth every penny. He grabbed, Gia helping her up. I didn’t mind his hands on her that time.

“Oh em gee,” Chance screamed. He pointed to a listless Gia. What the fuck was he pointing at? She more than likely got the wind knocked out of her. Oh. Fuck the baby. That fucker probably crushed her. I got to my knees quickly as Renee laid her on her back.

What the fuck? “Why is there blood? Whose blood is that?” I screamed. We looked at our shirts. Yeah, I had some. I pulled up my shirt checking. Nothing. Then, I realized it was hers. She was so still. White. My world as I knew it no longer existed. I kneeled over her, screaming. I had no idea what I was screaming. Nothing made sense.