Page 41 of Chasing The Goal
Don’t forget to write it all down in your journal, Mama Bear. I love you!
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling as I grabbed the little notebook she sent me from Vermont.
“Week 6,” I wrote at the top. “Asked Jaymie to go with me. He said yes.”
And under it, in smaller letters: “Why does this feel so big?”
***
A week later, it was Jaymie and I with two other couples seated in the cold OB office. The walls were painted a sterile white, and the scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. The chairs were arranged in a semi-circle, each occupied by expectant parents, their hands intertwined, eyes filled with anticipation. Jaymie sat beside me, his presence grounding, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat.
The receptionist called my name, her voice slicing through the quiet murmur of the waiting room. I stood, my legs slightly unsteady, and Jaymie rose with me, offering a reassuring smile.
Thesonographer, a woman with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, led us into a dimly lit room. The ultrasound machine stood sentinel beside the examination table, its screen glowing softly. I reclined, lifting my shirt to expose my abdomen, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. The sonographer applied a generous amount of gel, its chill making me flinch slightly.
As she moved the transducer across my belly, the room filled with the rhythmic thump of the baby's heartbeat. The screen displayed a grainy image, but to me, it was the most beautiful sight. Tiny limbs moved, a flutter of life that made my breath catch.
"Everything looks great so far," the sonographer said, her voice warm. "The baby is developing well."
She glanced at Jaymie, her eyes twinkling. "Dad, would you like a picture?"
Jaymie's eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Oh, I'm not the father. Just a friend."
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "Yeah, it's a bit complicated. The baby's father... he bailed. Jaymie's been really supportive, as a friend." she sounded like an idiot.
The sonographer nodded, her expression understanding. "It's wonderful that you have such support." She handed me a printout of the ultrasound, the baby's profile captured mid-motion.
After the appointment, we stepped into the bright sunlight, the warmth a stark contrast to the coolness of the clinic. Jaymie opened the car door for me, and we drove back to the apartment in comfortable silence.
"I've got a late afternoon workout with the guys," he said as he pulled into the parking lot. "You gonna be okay?"
I smiled, placing a hand on his arm. "I'll be fine. Thanks for coming with me."
Back in the apartment, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a breath, silence settling like dust in the absence of Jaymie’s easy presence. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, but my body still hummed from the memory of him—his broad shoulders wrapped in that worn hoodie, the way he always smelled faintly of cedar and clean sweat, the way he smiled like he was in on some secret only I could share.
The images wouldn’t leave me alone. His fingers, long and capable, wrapped around the steering wheel on the drive home. The subtle flex of his forearms when he reached for the gear shift. His laugh—low and rough and curling low in my stomach.
I bit my lip, my thighs clenching involuntarily. Pregnancy hormones were no joke. Everything inside me felt heightened—more raw, more needy.
I padded barefoot to the bedroom, the afternoon light slanting in through the blinds in hazy stripes. My hand hesitated only for a second before I tugged open the drawer in my nightstand. Nestled between a half-used bottle of lotionand a forgotten tube of lip balm was the pink vibrator. I hadn’t used it in weeks, maybe months. But right now? I needed it like air.
With it hidden in my hand, I crossed the hall into the bathroom. The tiles were cool beneath my feet, grounding me as I flipped on the water and watched steam curl up from the faucet. I undressed slowly, letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor like an invitation. My body had changed—softened in some places, swollen in others—but I didn’t shy away from the mirror. Not today.
Stepping into the shower, I sighed as the hot water hit my skin, cascading down in heavy streams that instantly relaxed the tension coiled in my shoulders. My body welcomed the heat, everything turning slick and hypersensitive beneath it. I rolled my neck, letting the spray work through my hair and trail in rivulets down my breasts, over the gentle swell of my belly, and lower—making me ache with a need I didn’t have the patience to ignore.
My fingers curled tighter around the vibrator, still dry, still untouched—but not for long.
Jaymie’s image pressed into my mind without invitation. The way he peeled off his sweatshirt after a workout, muscles rippling beneath golden skin that glistened with sweat. The low roll of his voice when he caught me staring—half amused, half daring. And that smile... cocky, devastating, enough to make me forget how to breathe.
I leaned back against the cool tile, legs spread slightly for balance as I clicked the vibrator on, the buzz low and hungry. I teased it along my inner thigh first, then higher—hovering for one torturous moment before pressing it to my clit.
My knees buckled slightly. A sharp moan escaped me, echoing in the small space.
The pressure built quickly. Everything inside me coiled tight as I let the fantasy consume me.
Jaymie's mouth hot against my skin, teeth grazing my neck. His voice in my ear—dirty, coaxing, commanding.You want it like this, baby? Say it. Let me hear you.
I whimpered, angling the toy harder, faster. My free hand squeezed one breast, fingers pinching a nipple as I imagined his tongue there instead—his hand gripping my thigh, spreading me wider, dragging me to the edge of ruin.
