Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
believe in you, in us. It’s a great big world, and we have our whole lives ahead of us. I wouldn’t want to do this journey with anyone but you.”A tear slides down her cheek, and she swipes it away quickly.
“Hey,” I say softly. “What are the tears for now?”
“I guess I’m just emotional. When I was a kid, my mom was the best mom. She seemed like the perfect person. Like she had it all together because that’s what she let me see as a child. She had me fooled into thinking that the world was okay.”
Another tear slips down her cheek. “She was strong, brave. I thought she was invincible, but she hid her true self. Inside she was breaking down. It started slowly, but bit by bit, her true colors started to show. She cracked a little every day and the only person that knew it was her. Until it was too much, and then little by little, it crept into her daily life. My heart aches knowing that she’ll never meet her grandchildren, but I also can’t allow myself to feel bad about it either because I won’t put anyone through what I went through. I hate that the person she became will never get to meet her grandchildren or have an impact on their lives.”
I reach out, letting my fingers slip down her arm. “No child should have to see their mom turn into a drug addict, Mia. It’s not fair to you.”
“I know. Just… so many emotions going on up here today.” She points to her head, and I understand that well. I often wonder the same thing. How would my parents feel about not knowing their grandchildren, but I’ve always come back to the same conclusion. They disowned me, so they don’t get a choice in the matter and I’d never raise a child how I grew up.
“Well, then let me take you somewhere. Let me do something nice for you. Do you trust me?”
She smiles the smile she only gives to me. A twinkle of light in her bright blue eyes. “You know I do.”
“Okay, then.” I walk back into the living room, grabbing her purse. She meets me at the door to the nursery and quirks her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”
“Me to know, Mia. You to find out. Now hurry. We don’t want to miss it.” Handing her her purse, I kiss the top of her head.
I’m so deeply in love with this woman. I can’t believe that it’s summer already. I go to help her down the stairs, and she gives me the look. The I-can-do-it-myself look.
“You know I don’t need help, right?” Sassy girl.
“You also know I’m going to help you whether you complain or not, right? You’re eight months pregnant, Mia. Your safety is my main concern right now.” Down ten steps to the sidewalk, through the door, and we’re ready. I open the car door and help her in before jogging to my own side and jumping in. I’ve brought a tie with me to cover her eyes, and when I pull it out, a smirk runs across her face. Yep, she remembers this tie well. Or more like, how I blindfolded her and then loved her into submission a couple nights ago.
“A blindfold, really?”
“Yep, you said you trusted me. We’re doing this.” She holds still as I reach over from the driver’s seat and loosely tie it around her head, making sure random hairs don’t get caught in the knot. “Can you see anything?” I say, waving my hand in front of her face.
“No, but I can feel things just fine.” She reaches over and runs her fingers along the outside of my pants right over where my dick rests.
“Hey, play nice, or I’ll have to bend you over my knee later.”
“Promise?” She smiles.
“Naughty… always so very naughty.” I know the possibility of bending her over my knee these days is non-existent. Her belly is too big, and I miss making love to her and looking into those beautiful sapphire eyes.
Pulling up to the bar a couple minutes later, she looks over at me. I can’t see her eyes, but I know she’s wondering why it’s only been a couple minutes since we started driving. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I text the group text Zara, that Macy added me to, letting them know we’re outside.
Zara: About damn time, what were you doing? And if you tell me I was sitting around waiting for you two to finish going at it, I’m gonna smack you.
Me: No, Mia was a little sad. I was trying to comfort her.
Zara: So you comforted her with your dick. Real suave, Brooks. *winking emoji*
Me: Be in soon, behave.
Zara: Never.
“You ready, Mia?” I ask softly, and she nods. “Stay here, I’ll come around and grab you.”
“Good, I can’t see you so…”
“Don’t be saucy…”
She fake pouts for a second, but then a smile peeks through. “Okay.”
I get out and run around the car, opening her door. Giving her my hands, I help her stand up from the car. “Can you take this blindfold off now?”
“Nope, wait til we get inside.”
“Okay.”
I hear whispers and movements as soon as we walk through the door. The familiar smell of stale beer clues me in on where we are, and it makes me wonder why he’s chosen the bar. I can’t see anything because he hasn’t taken the damn blindfold off yet, and it’s driving me crazy, but the rest of my senses are working just fine. I hear the whispers. I feel his strong hand as it holds me.
“Brooks…”
“Yes, Pixie?”
“Why are we at Topsy Turvy?”
The lights turn on, and suddenly I can see everything. Brooks removes his tie, and in front of me stands Zara and Macy smiling like Cheshire cats. “What’s going on, bishes?”
“We’re throwing you a baby shower! SURPRISE!” Everyone joins in for the surprise part. I’m in shock. I’d wondered if they were planning something.