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“How bad is it?” She began to tremble.
“You saw the picture; it’s not worse than that. No money shots, just me looking like I’m fucking the snot out of you and your thigh in the air. Trust me, I’m more incriminated here than you are. So, are you ready to go? I don’t want the day to get away from us.”
“Yeah sure, let’s go shoot up some heroin and murder a few people … round out the package.” Finally, she smiled.
“Yep, that’s what I was thinking.” She had no idea the fun I had planned, and in truth, neither did I, but I was going to live largely and spontaneously to show Kylie how much I cared about her.
“So, Boss. What were you thinking?” she asked as we descended to the basement.
I loved how nervous she became. I sort of wanted to just mess with her and have sex in the basement, but I’d messed with her enough. “It’s down this way,” I encouraged as we walked through a dimly lit hallway and I opened the door to my garage and revealed my cherry red Lamborghini roadster.
“No fucking way!” Her mouth gaped open.
“Oh yes, it is a Lambo Aventador roadster convertible. It purrs and roars, baby. Wanna go for a spin around the lake and up into Canada for lunch?”
“Yes. I. Do!” Her eyes grew wide as I opened the passenger door for her and she slid her gorgeous body into the fine leather seats. “Ooh, my God, these feel so good. What are they made of, baby butts?”
“Pretty much. Buckle up; we are gonna give the paparazzi a run for their money.”
“Oh, hell yes we are!”
She squealed as I torqued the music to max volume and raced out of my driveway making sure to rev the engine up nice and high.
“Hold on!” I took off down the road at breakneck speed because we lived on a remote part of the lake and I could.
She threw her head back and hollered. We raced around town drawing attention from everyone from Rochester, New York to Toronto, Canada. While it was about a three-hour drive each way, it was worth the trip with music blaring and the wind in our hair. When we arrived in Toronto, I’d planned to take her to Alo, an exclusive French restaurant, but just as we pulled up, she stopped me.
“Can we go there instead?” she asked, pointing to the Queen Street Warehouse, an unassuming local bar and burger joint.
“Why? I heard the food at Alo is amazing? You can have greasy burgers at St. Marks. Let’s spend my money.” I slapped her leg.
“See, they …” she nodded behind her to the troop of cars that had followed us, “expect us to go to Alo, but Alo doesn’t need our sponsorship, that crazy little burger joint does. The owners of that place are going to see a boost in sales that might just take them to the next level. I’d rather make them successful than an already famous place. We can come back to Alo one day if you want.” There was her amazing smile, she had me hooked, and her logic was sound.
“Well, I was dreaming about Croque monsieur … nothing beats a good Croque,” I playfully lamented.
“I know someone with a good ‘Croque.’ I promise I’ll play with it later if you indulge me now.”
“Okay, since you’ve brought my ‘Croque’ into the equation, I now can’t say no.”
She giggled, and we parked my outrageously expensive car in front of the local burger and beer joint. The food was decent, definitely no top tier French cuisine, but filling. I was starving, and the beer was handcrafted, really nice. We were noticed, and the place got the attention Kylie had wanted.
After eating our fill, Kylie had another mission she wished to accomplish.
“You see that little store over there, Baby on the Hip? I bet it’s also a local business with a private owner just making their little part of the world sparkle. Let’s buy the baby something in there.”
Her sweet face was all alight, how could I say no?
We went in and purchased a few items in neutral colors for the baby, and at that moment, it really hit me we were going to actually have a being who was going to use the stuff we were buying … we were having a baby!
“How far along are you?”
“Almost four months, why?”
“I want to meet your OBGYN. We need a gender ultrasound; I mean if you want to know. I certainly do, and we’ve got a lot to do to get ready for this kiddo.” I started getting the slightest bit stressed.
“I’ve got an appointment in two weeks; you are definitely welcome to be there. We’re doing a 4-D ultrasound, so if the little kiddo is related to you, we’ll definitely know if it’s a boy.” She giggled.
