Finding His Unicorn Page 7

  I grab my box and scoop up my purse as I walk to the front. The receptionist doesn’t look up from her computer as I walk by her and out the front door. I breathe a sigh of relief when no one stops me or makes any effort to start more crap before I can escape. But when I walk outside and see five fire trucks lining the building I nearly drop the box in my hand.

  Just then I hear the sound of alarms going off from inside the building and I turn to see where it’s coming from. I take a step back from the glass doors as more alarms go off and then I see the sprinkler system come on. I gasp as yet more sirens blare from inside and then I see blue foam shooting from the ceiling.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper to myself just before I hear the sounds of shouting and people running toward the door.

  One by one people rush out of the building covered in blue foam and soaked from head to toe. Out of the corner of my eye I see the firemen standing by with hoses to spray people off as they exit the office. In what I can only describe as a parade of poetic justice, a line of those cruel women flood the parking lot covered in blue dye and wet foam. Laughter bubbles up from inside me as I watch them screaming and waving their hands as the firemen have to hose them down.

  And just when I couldn’t be any happier, Mike comes stumbling out of the building with his pants around his ankles and waving his hands like he can’t see. I gasp when I look down and see what I have to assume is a micro penis, because something that small doesn’t belong on a body that big.

  Tasha rushes out after him with her dress halfway undone and screaming at the top of her lungs. That’s all it takes for me to lose total control and drop my box on the ground as I double over laughing.

  “You bitch,” I hear her say, but I’m too busy laughing to care. “You did this!”

  She stomps her foot like a child and I shake my head. “God, I wish I would have.”

  At this point she realizes Mike’s pants are down, because everyone has turned to look and laugh. She tries to help him get them up as a firehose is directed at them but it’s too late, his secret it out.

  Now this is a going away party.

  Just as I have the thought I’m scooped up off the ground by Blaze. He winks at me as someone else grabs my box and carries it over to the firetruck.

  “You planned this?” I say, and he shrugs, not answering me. “How long have you been planning this?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says noncommittally. “Monthly tests on these buildings are mandatory.”

  “You know I love you, right?” I say as he places me on the passenger seat facing him and moves between my legs.

  “I do,” he says, pulling something out of his pocket and then sliding it on my finger. “That’s better.”

  I gasp as I look down at the rock on my finger and then back at him. “Is this…?” I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.

  “Damn right it is.” He leans in and kisses me sweetly. “You’re my everything, Rosabelle. Wife is just another part of that.”

  Tears well in my eyes and I don’t know if I could be happier. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “If you’re good I’ll let you use the horn.” He winks at me as he buckles me up.

  “I think I can find a way to talk you into it.” I lick my lips and he growls low.

  “Just you wait, little unicorn. You’re mine now.”

  “Forever,” I say, and he nods in agreement.

  “Forever.”

  Epilogue

  Blaze

  Halloween two years later…

  “Scrubs? Really? You couldn’t find something else?” I ask Frank. Or as most call him, Dr. Roberts. He is Rie’s husband. They met a few months ago and like me he didn't waste time when it came to claiming his woman. He had a ring on Rie’s hand before any of us knew what was happening. I’d been a little bent out of shape about it at first. Only because I wanted to make sure the man was on the up and up. Rie has become like a little sister to me and I was protective of her. If Rie hurt, that meant my Rosabelle hurt. That is and will always be my short fast fuse to get me to explode. Yeah, I come off level-headed until you cross that line. She’s untouchable and I make sure of that.

  He shrugs, taking another pull from his beer. Neither of us are on call tonight and Rosebelle and Rie have been taking hours to get ready. It’s Halloween and they’re getting all dolled up. Not going to lie, I’m secretly hoping my girl is dressing up like a unicorn again. That first day I saw her will forever be branded into my mind. She would not give on what her costume is no matter how many times I asked. It’s been top secret for weeks. I only pray Rie isn't trying to rig something crazy up to whatever it is. At least this time there is not only a fireman on hand but a doctor too.

  “I should check on them.” I stand from the sofa, my impatience growing by the second.

  “Why don’t you relax and enjoy some baby-free time?” Frank responds, probably because he doesn't want me messing with Rie and whatever it is I know she has my girl up to. He is as protective of Rie as I am of Rosabelle. Thank God the two of us get along and understand each other. It makes it easier when one of us flips. We get where the other is coming from and can often defuse the other. We work well together.

  Thinking of my baby girl, I check my phone to make sure April hasn't texted me. She's got our little munchkin tonight. She’s still a little too young to do the Halloween thing. That didn’t stop us from dressing her up and taking her to a few doors before dropping her off at April’s.

  I should enjoy some baby-free time but I want that time spent with my woman. I’m just going to rip off whatever it is she’s putting on in there. I see I do have a text from April. She’s got my little baby girl in a high chair, her face covered in mashed potatoes, looking as happy as could be. April is like a grandma to her and is already calling her Me-me.

  Frank doesn’t have a family of his own. He lost his parents too. It’s something else we bonded over. We’ve built our own family now. Soon he’ll be a father too. Both our women are knocked up together. I'm still not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. I pocket my phone, telling myself I’ll give them another few minutes.

  “Stop pacing. Shit makes me uneasy.” I stop. I didn't know I was even doing it. I run my hands through my hair. Fuck it. I’m done waiting. I haven’t had my cock in my wife all day. As much as I love our daughter, she can be a cock blocker and did just that this morning. I didn’t get to wake my wife up like I normally do with my mouth between her legs then finish deep inside of her.

  I head out of the living room and up the stairs toward the master bedroom. We moved when we found out Rosabelle was pregnant. We both had a vision of a Father of the Bride home. We both wanted to give our children a real home. I also knew I wanted a handful of kids. Never did I want to fear that they would be left alone like I was. I wasn't mad at my parents for not giving me a brother or sister to still have once they were gone, but I’d learned from it. It’s why I already have another baby inside my wife.

  I take off on a dead run when I hear my wife making a sniffing sound that I know is about to form a cry. She’s prone to burst into tears when she’s pregnant. I’m used to them. She’ll cry over the cute bear on the toilet commercial and she’ll wail when our daughter makes a happy giggle. Though sometimes those outbursts are because something is wrong. Either way, happy tears or not, that shit eats me up inside and I do whatever I can to stop them.

  I burst into the double doors of our bedroom that is a complete and utter disaster from whatever they have been doing. My wife is on the floor with Rie behind her, trying to pull on a zipper, I think. It’s hard to tell from this angle.

  “It won’t fit!” Rosabelle shouts at me like it’s my fault. I guess it kind of is. I was the one to knock her up again. Not that she put up a fight over it. I have to fight a small laugh, because I hate to admit that when she gets mad her face scrunches in the most adorable way. Not that she would agree with me on that.

  This time she
isn’t wearing a bodysuit and tutu. Thank fuck. That bodysuit I saw her in that first day showed off every inch of her perfection. This time she’s in an adorable unicorn onesie. It’s the exact same one she put our daughter in before I dropped her off at April’s.

  But my girl is still dolled up. Her hair is once again blue, which I’ve missed, and her makeup is sparkly and bright. I know I’ll be wearing that glitter she has on for days and I’ll fucking love every second of it.

  “This baby sprang up fast,” Rie says, referring to Rosabelle’s baby bump. She’s right. “I heard the second child can do that.”

  “Now I have nothing to wear.” Rosabelle throws her hands up in the air. Rie stands, giving up on trying to zip her up.

  “Babe. I don’t think you need to go anywhere. You wanted to get all dolled up for your man. Look at him. Mission accomplished. Keep your asses home and enjoy your night.” Rie stops to give me a hug before heading out. I’m down with Rie’s plan. I’m only going out because I thought that’s what she wanted to do. She gives a small sniffle. I fall to my knees in front of her, trying to fight the need to pin her to the ground and fuck her right now. I’ll get there before the night is over but first I have to see to my wife. She always comes first.

  “Unicorns don’t cry.” I kiss her cheeks, knowing that always stops her from crying.

  “Pretty sure I cried all over you that first day,” she reminds me. I pull her into my lap.

  “Don’t like you crying but you can cry all over me anytime you want.”

  “I love you.” She drops her head to my chest.

  “Love you too.”

  “You better love all of me. Pretty sure this baby is going to be a boy and your size.” My body shakes with laughter, making her look up at me.

  “You know I love you pregnant. No worries there.” I slide my hands to her back, unzipping the zipper the rest of the way back down. “Missed the blue hair,” I tell her.

  “I felt it wasn’t mom-like.” She gives a small shrug. I let my hands drift over her bare back. She’s always so soft. I’ll never get enough of this. Touching her alone means so much to me.

  “Rose, I don’t care what color your hair is. You’ll always be the perfect mom no matter what color your hair is.” It’s silly for her to think otherwise. The woman is supermom.

  “Or that it stains our sheets and towels,” she adds with a smile. It does in fact do that.

  “That’s just shit we can replace.” I slip the onesie off her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist. “Fucking hell, you’re beautiful.” I don’t know how I got so lucky to have found her. I think my parents sent her my way knowing she was what I needed. She really is something special. Different from all the rest. Rare.

  “You want to stay in?” She leans back, putting her hands on the floor. Her tits bounce and her small baby bump is on full display. I know I’m not going anywhere now. I’m going to have my fill of her. We won’t be leaving this room all night.

  “All I ever want to do is be with you, Rosabelle. It’s all I’ll ever need.” She gives me a smile. No more tears from my girl. I lift her, taking her over toward our bed and laying her out not just for my taking but to worship her like she deserves.

  Epilogue

  Rosabelle

  Five years later…

  “I think these yoga pants are cutting off circulation in my body.” I pull at the top of the pants. These used to be my favorite ones. This is the first time I’ve been in them in almost a year. I’m bound and determined to make them fit and that isn’t going to happen at home. Not with a husband like mine around.

  “But yoga pants are stretchy.” Rie tugs on the waist of my pants. It’s clear they are too tight. The small muffin top I’m rocking gives that away. I should have put a shirt on over my sports bra to hide it, but this is what I normally work out in. That said, I normally work out at home. I don’t care what I wear when I’m there. Blaze built a gym in our basement, but the problem is I can’t ever actually work out in it. Whenever I try to he shows up two seconds later with his hands all over me. Or I forget I’m working out and start watching him lift weights and then I’ll be all over him. Nope. If I’m getting this baby weight off, I need to go out to a gym that my husband isn’t at.

  “Apparently these are stretched as far as they can go.” I give the yoga pants another yank, trying to pull them up more. “Why are we even here?” I glare at my best friend who can pop out a baby and you can’t tell two days later. I’d want to punch her for it if I didn’t love her so much. I have no clue why she wanted to tag along with me to the gym.

  “Thought I could talk you into getting a milkshake instead.” She shrugs, pointing across the street to an ice cream shop. I know she’s dead serious. She dressed the part to go work out, but I should have known better. Rie only runs if she’s running late or to catch a moving food truck. I grab her hand, using the other to push open the door to the gym. She lets out a long sigh, following me in to the front counter. Two pretty girls stand from behind the counter. They both look like they could be fitness models. They are even in full makeup, their hair perfect.

  “Hi!” I say, trying to keep a smile on my face when I really want to fidget because I feel out of place now.

  “Can we help you ladies?” one of them asks.

  “It smells like testosterone in here.” Rie scrunches her nose. “And not in a good way.” I elbow her in the side. I glance over to where she’s looking. Three fourths of the people working out are men. Heck, that number might be higher.

  “Have you been here before?” the other girl asks, pulling my attention back to them.

  “No. I was hoping to check the place out,” I answer. She hands both Rie and me a clipboard.

  “Sign these and we’ll give you a day pass to check the place out.” We both sign the forms, handing them back before allowing us to head on in. I wander in, a little lost, not sure where to start.

  Weights bang and crash, and I let out a surprised scream and jump. Several men turn to look at us. If I didn’t see two other women working out, I’d swear this was an all-male gym. Those two women are lifting weights I’d never dream of trying myself. I can see every inch of their muscles as they strain and push. I’m feeling more and more out of place by the second.

  “Let’s go to the treadmills.” I nudge Rie. “Stop staring,” I tell her under my breath.

  “What? I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head he was straining so hard.”

  “Gross.” She follows me over to the empty treadmills.

  “Do I really need to look at myself when I run?” Rie points to the mirrors that line the walls in front of the treadmills. She gives them the look of death. I only pull on my leggings more because I can clearly see how much they don’t fit right now.

  “Let’s just do this. We’re already here. We can find another gym next time.” I push the start button on the treadmill.

  “Next time?!” Rie shouts. I can see in the mirror everyone turn to look our way again. I reach over and hit the start button on her machine.

  “Yes, next time.”

  She huffs but starts to walk because she has no choice. “What does it even matter? You’re going to get knocked up again,” she mumbles. “Stupid treadmill.” I don’t really think she’s talking to me. I know she’s right. I’ve taken some of the baby weight off already. Breastfeeding has been helping. At least I’m told it does. I only have another ten pounds to go. I pick up the speed a little more. My lungs start to burn and I ponder that I should just buy new pants instead of doing this. It doesn't help that I can see in the mirror and I swear everyone is looking this way at the two of us. Rie is walking at the slowest speed possible and looking like someone kicked her puppy. Or better yet, stole her milkshake.

  “Why are they all staring at us?” I finally ask.

  “You seen our asses? They’re killer. Can’t blame them.” Rie smirks. She couldn’t care less if they all stare at us. She has no fucks to give. Me, I feel f
idgety. I go to hit the stop button but a giant hand beats me to it. A hand I know very well. How had I not seen my giant husband coming in one of the mirrors?

  “He looks mad,” Rie says as I look up into my husband’s handsome face, who does indeed look mad. No, he’s more than mad. He’s pissed. I pull my eyes from him when I hear two girls giggle. I glance over my shoulder to see the girls from the front desk standing a few feet back from my treadmill staring dreamily at Blaze. I roll my eyes. There are dozens of other men in the place. Why are they giving him heart eyes and why are they over here to begin with?

  “I found my wife,” he tells the girls without looking at them. I watch their faces drop in disappointment. I want to smart off that of course he’s married. Can’t they see the ring? I bite my tongue because it’s petty. I can’t blame women for wanting Blaze. Look at the man. Even angry, I still want to climb him. Others often don’t have that same feeling. When Blaze gets angry, everyone moves out of the way. He can go from calm to pissed in the flip of a switch when it comes to me or our family. Plus, I know my husband only has eyes for me. I’d bet my life if I asked what color hair those two girls each had he’d have no idea. With me, though, he could tell you where every freckle is on my body.

  “You said you were going to work out.” Blaze stares down at me.

  “We are,” Rie chirps to poke Blaze. I want to poke her and tell her what she’s doing over there isn’t working out.

  “You made it sound like you went downstairs to our gym.” He cocks an eyebrow at me. I kind of did, but it wasn’t a lie. I said I was going to work out with Rie. It just wasn’t at our gym.

  “Well, we wanted to try something new.”

  “I don’t like new things,” Rie chimes in again. I give her a hard look. “I don’t.” She hits the stop button on her machine.