Page 31 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 13

Hunter

Saturday night,after I made our sandwiches, we ate and watched a few episodes of Letterkenny. I’d never watched it, but Whitley swore by it, so we gave it go. While it was funny, by the third episode, Whitley was asleep in my arms, quietly snoring. We never got to talk about what her dad told me, and I wondered if I should even tell her. In the end, I decided against it, not wanting to spook her more than she already is. I put her to bed and even covered her with her colorful blanket. I make a note to look into Vera Bradley. When we were packing up at her house, I noticed she had quite a few bags with that brand on them.

I tried to lie down with Whitley, but after twenty minutes of not being able to sleep, I quietly rolled out of bed and went to my office. I kept thinking back to my conversation with John. He was concerned and rightfully so, but unfortunately, I had no information for him. He shocked me when he said that he checked his security cameras and caught someone sneaking around his property. He’s going to drop the video off tomorrow at the police department while he’s having a word with the sheriff. He was pissed when I told him what the officer told me over the phone.

I have no idea who is messing with Whitley, but I am going to find out. Heaven help the cocksucker who even thought they could mess with her. Once I find out, and I will, there will be hell to pay. So now I wait and protect her as best as I can and try my damndest not to smother her.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt compelled to find a well-trained protection dog. It would be another layer of protection in case something happened when I wasn’t here. Let’s face it, there were going to be a few nights a week I wouldn’t be here. I stayed up for a while researching the best dog to get for us and found a company that bred German Shepherds and trained them as puppies for just this purpose. What I liked most about the company was that they talked about the dogs as if they were a partner and a friend. I reached out to the company, and let them know I needed a dog immediately, one that was thoroughly trained and ready to go. I went to bed after that, holding Whitley tight and thanking God that he allowed me back in her life.

Sunday was spent shopping. The day started out good with a nice breakfast out. We went to a furniture store first. We picked out a dining room set, and a few more pieces to go in the living room. Being that this is the furniture store I bought the sofa from, Whitley saw the entire set and was convinced we had to have it all, which included two side tables, a coffee table, an ottoman that takes up the entire length of the couch, and a rocking recliner. She also informed me that we would need another dresser for the bedroom because there was no way all of our clothes were going to fit in the one dresser I already had. I didn’t mind because that was one step closer to her staying with me forever. The furniture is being delivered this coming Saturday.

We headed over to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and picked out towels, and curtains, and rugs, and everything and anything that was needed to make our house a home. Half the things we threw into the cart weren’t even on the list we had come up with before shopping. We were now the proud owners of a Bluetooth shower speaker. Did we really need it? Probably not. When we were finished shopping, we grabbed sandwiches from the deli and brought it back home so we could get started on putting away everything we had bought.

It took us a few hours, and by that time we were exhausted, but we needed to start getting ready for work on Monday. We ordered Chinese, although we were both tired of ordering out so often, then I dropped Whitley off at her car so she would have it now that I was starting to work overnights. I went and grabbed the food, and she went home. When I got there, she had finished up the last little bit and had gathered up all the trash. I love that she isn’t a quitter. We ate, showered, made love, and then passed out. It was a hell of a day, but one that I was happy to have spent with my woman.

Now it’s Thursday afternoon, and I’m waiting for Whitley to get home. One of the trainers from the company that I had reached out to, contacted me Monday while I was at work and said he had a dog he thought would be perfect for us. She was nine months old, so while still considered a puppy, she was well trained. He agreed to come by today, so we could meet Arya. If everything worked out, he would leave her with us tonight.

At first, when I told Whitley about it, she wasn’t too excited about the idea. Now that I think about it, she was probably more pissed that I did it without talking with her about it first. Then she started doing research on the German Shepherd breed and started texting me information. I had already found all of this out, but as long as she was excited, that’s all that mattered.

I hear the garage door open and see Whitley walk through a couple minutes later. She puts her bag down, kicks off her shoes, and joins me on the couch, leaning her head against my shoulder.

“Hey baby, how was your day?” She lets out a big sigh, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Tell me what happened. Get it off your chest, so it’s not weighing on you.” I say.

“I don’t want to get in the habit of telling you all of my calls. It’s a lot of heavy and can become depressing. Usually, I just push it out of my mind once I leave the office, but this one is sticking with me.”

“That’s what I’m here for, Lee. Tell me so we can make sense of it.”

“Okay. My last call was hard. It was a woman who was only a few years older than me. She was in a car accident with her two babies in the vehicle. She couldn’t move to reach them, and she kept screaming their names over and over again. She was hysterical. I did my best to keep her calm until the paramedics and police arrived, but her children were unresponsive. I don’t even know what happened to the people in the other vehicle.”

“I’m sure you did the best you could. It’s all you can do.”

“I know you’re right. Listening to her talk about her kids struck me. I’ve been doing this for over three years, Hunter, kids being hurt never hit me this hard before.”

I hold her close for a while as her breathing starts to calm. “Do you think it’s hitting you harder this time because you can see yourself in her position, when before you couldn’t?”

“What do you mean?”

“We haven’t been using protection, you’re not on birth control. You could be pregnant now.”

She stills in my arms. “What if I’m pregnant?”

“Had you really not thought about that before now?” I ask. I don’t mean for it to come off so arrogantly, but it does.

“To be honest, no, I haven’t. There’s kind of been a lot going on around here. Obviously, I know what the results are of unprotected sex, Hunter.” She says, then stands and walks to the bedroom.

“Well, shit,” I mutter to myself. Why the hell did I say it like that? Instead of going back there, I decide to stay out in the living room to let her cool off. She’s had a hard day, and the last thing I want to do is fight about her possibly being pregnant. We haven’t talked about having kids much except for a few comments made in the heat of the moment. She did send me a screenshot yesterday about German Shepherds being a good family dog. I always assumed we’d be having children and thought she was on the same page.

There’s a knock at the door, and I realize it must be Rider, the trainer who is meeting us today. “Baby, the trainer is here,” I call, walking back to the bedroom.

Whitley is sitting on the bed in her bra and panties looking as beautiful as ever as tears flow down her cheeks. I drop to my knees in front of her and take her face in my hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry I talked to you like that.”

She wipes the tears away and shakes her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just all so much, you know? So many things happening right now. Life is supposed to go in stages. You date, you move in together, and think, hey, this is working out, I like this person. Then you get engaged and get married. Once all of that is done, then you think about getting a dog, and a year or two later you try for a kid. All of these things don’t happen all at once, because they are big things, Hunter. And I know it’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you. It just hit me all at once, and it’s taking me a minute to wrap my head around it.”

“I’m here, Lee. It’s you and me, remember? Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask.”

My phone starts to ring in my pocket. “Shit.”

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