Page 62 of Spike's Perdition
“Go wake her up,” Abyss orders. “She needs to eat.”
“Bro, I know. I won’t let her starve, I promise.”
“Fine,” he huffs and points at me with a spatula. “See that you don’t.”
Ivory’s been staying at the clubhouse for a few weeks now, and we’ve settled into a comfortable routine. I love having her here where I can keep an eye on her. Having her close has also given us the opportunity to really get to know each other and build a relationship.
More and more, I find myself thinking about how much I want her in my life. Herandour son. Before meeting Ivory at Purgatory, I’d started to realize I was missing something in mylife, but that thought hasn’t crossed my mind since. She’s filled all the voids in my heart and soul.
The kitchen door swings open, and Ivory walks in. She’s still dressed in sweats and one of my t-shirts, and she’s rubbing her eyes sleepily. When she spots the large quantities of food on the table, she groans.
“What?” Abyss asks, sounding offended.
“Where are the spicy pickles and peanut butter?” Ivory counters as she glares at me. “You know I need those in the morning.”
I hurry to the fridge to get the pickles and then to the pantry to get the peanut butter. After setting them both on the table, I smile at her.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“Some chocolate milk and canned tuna.”
“Goddamn, woman,” Abyss grumbles. “How can you eat that shit?”
Ivory frowns. “Because it’s delicious.”
My brother shudders. “No, it’s not.” Pointing to the table, he continues. “Bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and waffles are deli?—”
“Shut up before I puke.” She gags and lifts her hand to her mouth as she spins on her heel. “Too late.”
She races from the room, and I sigh. “Guess it’s gonna be breakfast in bed.”
I get a tray from the top of the fridge and load it up with all the weird shit she craves. After adding some bacon and eggs for me, I make my way to my room. The toilet flushes as I enter, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I missed the disgusting stuff.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll do anything for Ivory, including holding her hair back and wiping her forehead with a cool washcloth when she’s spewing her guts up. But I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth when I’m spared. Fortunately, her bouts of morning sickness are few and far between.
Ivory strolls out of the bathroom, wiping her face on a towel. Her eyes light up when she sees what I’m carrying.
“You’re a prince,” she says happily.
“I don’t know about that,” I tease. “Letting you put all this shit in your mouth seems more like a sin than anything.”
“And under normal circumstances, I’d agree with you,” she admits, rubbing her belly. “But our son disagrees completely, and he’s a demanding little sucker.”
Chuckling, I settle on the bed next to her. For the next twenty minutes, I watch her savor each and every bite. I manage to put a little food away, too, but not much because I worry I’ll upchuck from the smell of her food pairings.
“That was sooo good,” she groans. Ivory licks her fingers clean, moaning at the lingering taste. “Now what?”
I stand and carry the tray to my dresser where I set it down. “Now,” I begin, facing her. “You brush your teeth because I wanna kiss the fuck outta you.”
Ivory giggles but scurries to the bathroom. I follow, wrap my arms around her from behind, and watch her reflection.
“Maybe we can shower when you’re done,” I suggest, bobbing my brows.
She spits toothpaste into the sink and rinses her mouth out. “Only if you do that thing.”
“What thing?”
“You know… thething.” She grins. “With your tongue.”
