Page 15 of Menace

“I like it. For some reason it feels right, almost as if it should have been the name given to me at birth.” I pulled a face. “Better than being Izelle, that’s so not me.”

“Girlie, you forget, you can’t be you. You have to be someone completely different.” Liam warned softly.

“I know. I meant the one I am inside my head. The person I’ve been hiding from everyone.”

No one said a word as I drew the paper towards me and traced a finger over my new name.

Picking up the pen I wrote my new name.

Harper.

“I never thought we’d have our very own Harpy.” Rory teased.

The bastards laughed. The assholes.

I hid my grin and carried on practising.

“I think if we shorten it we should stick to Harp. It sounds more affectionate and it sounds more like a tattoo artist’s name.” Asa said.

I had to giggle. “What do you guys know about tattoo artist names?”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Absolutely nothing, sweetheart, but it sounds better than Harpy. A harpy is a terrible mythological beastie, and you’re no beastie.”

I pulled a disgusted face which made the bastards laugh. After maintaining my disgusted face for a few seconds I caved and joined in the laughter.

While they continued making plans my mind wandered off, something that happened fairly often these days.

Stroking a hand over my tiny bump I wondered how damned big I was going to get. The bump’s daddy was ginormous. It suddenly dawned on me that if my bump grew to gigantic proportions, eventually, when it was done baking, it would have to somehow come out of me.

I almost shoved both hands over my kitty as the thought slammed into my head.

My monster man’s baby would totally wreck the poor thing.

I couldn’t stop the moan even if I tried.

Asa was up out of his chair and around his desk in seconds, crouching in front of me.

“What’s wrong? Do you need a doctor? Talk to me, Harper.” He snapped, using my new name.

Looking down at the gorgeous man crouching at my feet I slowly shook my head from side to side.

“I’m fine. I just scared myself with thoughts of…of when this tiny bump turns into a freaking massive bump and…and… has to come out. This is the first time I’ve thought about that part and now I’m worried about my poor kitty. She’s never going to be the same again.” I lamented on a wail.

Asa had a hand over his mouth and I knew behind it the bastard was trying hard not to laugh.

“Sweetheart, women do this every single day and I’ve never heard a man complaining about his woman’s pussy once the baby was born.” Asa said soothingly.

Dec raised a hand as he slowly shook his head. “Except Robbie Williams, he said watching his woman give birth was like watching his favourite pub burn down.”

“My cousin said sex afterwards was like pushing a sausage into a train tunnel,” Finn said with a sly grin.

All of them laughed uproariously but calmed a bit when they saw my horrified face.

“My kitty is going to be like a…a…a train tunnel?” I asked, totally horrified.

I shook my head rapidly, my lips clamped down.

“Nope, not mine, I refuse, I’ll be doing kegels every single second of every day. No way am I ending up with a train tunnel for a kitty. Not for all the tea in China.”

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