Page 29 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
But now I wanted something traditional for Trixie. She’d grown up in a normal household, with two parents who loved her and no scantily clad women around to remind her I’d had sex with them.
We didn’t talk about the Kittens and my relations with them. They were a topic we both didn’t want to discuss. We’d agreed to leave the past in the past and only look forward. Trixie was the best and I was the luckiest man on the planet to have a woman as understanding as her.
After supper we were going to go look at a rental house. I’d finally found a place that was perfect for us. If we both liked it, I was ready to sign the lease and put down a deposit.
The only downside to it was the move-in date, which was the week before Thanksgiving. I was ready to begin my life with Trixie, and I could tell she didn’t feel comfortable staying at the clubhouse. Although, she never complained. But I sensed her feelings as if they were my own.
Our situation wasn’t ideal and only temporary. Neither of us wanted to be apart more than necessary. Since Trixie lived with her folks, I couldn’t stay at her house. Her parents were old-fashioned and wouldn’t allow it. So, she stayed with me.
I was confident the small house I found would be perfect for our needs. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom. A good-sized kitchen and a small backyard. A heated garage where I could store my Harley during the brutal Minnesota winters. What more would we need?
Eventually, we’d get married.
I was shooting for summer to make her officially and legally my mine. Even had my friend, who owned a jewelry store in Fargo, making a custom engagement ring for Trixie. I’d propose Christmas morning. I hoped she would be pregnant with my baby by then, too.
I was all in with her and couldn’t wait to begin the next phase of our lives.
Too fast?
Maybe.
In a few months, I would be twenty-eight, and I was ready to be a dad. I sort of felt like we needed to just keep moving forward and if everything worked out, awesome.
Lucky for me, Trixie was so easygoing about everything. She wanted what I wanted, and if she wasn’t ready to be a mom, I’d wait. But she promised me that she didn’t feel pressured to have a baby. We were actively trying, and I couldn’t wait for the day she told me she missed her period.
My woman sashayed over with a bright smile and kissed my lips. “I’m almost finished helping the girls. I’m watching the clock too, so we’re not late for the house appointment.”
“Trix, you are ready for this next step, right?” The muscles in my jaw tightened as I watched her searching my face.
“Yes, I’m ready. Are you having second thoughts.”
“No. I just want to be sure you’re not having them. I know we’re moving fast. We can slow down if you want.”
“I don’t want to slow down.” She sat on my lap and hooked her arms around my neck. I loved it when she did that little move. It made me feel owned and all hers.
“Good. Me either.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed hard. “What about having a baby?”
I was asking all these questions with Sugar and Dawn not six feet away. They heard everything but I didn’t give a damn whowas listening. I needed to know Trixie and I were still on the same page.
“I’m all in, handsome.” She kissed me, then pulled away, and stood. “The food should be ready in five minutes. We’ll scarf it down quickly so we can leave.”
How did I get so lucky? I hoped Trixie felt just as lucky.
Twenty minutes later, we were on the road. We ate quickly as Trixie had said and got out of the clubhouse before most people arrived for supper. My MC brothers would have been fine, but their wives would’ve asked a million questions and held us up because Trixie would have gotten caught up chatting with them. She loved the old ladies, and they seemed to love her right back.
The drive to the rental house was only fifteen minutes from the compound. I couldn’t get over how perfect it was for us. As I watched Trixie look around, I could see she loved the place.
“It has a great kitchen and bathroom,” she said. “I’m so happy to see a dishwasher or you’d be in charge of washing dishes by hand.” She giggled and her dark brown eyes sparkled like marbles.
I could tell she was just teasing me. Reading people wasn’t easy for me, so I appreciated how Trixie made sure to laugh instead of being serious. I sucked with dry humor.
“Yup. A dishwasher. But I’m fine helping with the cleanup if you do all the cooking,” I replied, and meant it.
Washing dishes had been my job as a kid and I got pretty good at it. Cooking was another story. I couldn’t even heat up a can of soup without burning it. I’d forget I was cooking stuff on the stove if I left the kitchen. It was just safer to buy my food and not risk a fire. Or eat cold cereal, but that got old quickly.
“Oh, I like that. Deal!” She clapped excitedly. “I bet you like the heated garage for your Harley.”
I nodded. “It’s awesome.”
