I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I’ve always been a bit sheltered by my parents because I was born early. I’ve also gone through a lot of tests when I was younger to make sure nothing was wrong with me. The doctor’s couldn’t figure out how nothing was wrong with me. I was one of the medical mysteries, the doctors words, not mine. However, I’ve always been smart. I skipped from fourth grade to sixth grade and then in high school, I skipped ninth grade. It’s how I graduated at sixteen. I went to the local college to study to become an architect.
Three months ago, I met the woman of my dreams. Posey had my attention since I walked in the clubhouse and saw her with Kelsey. She’s fifteen, but I’m only seventeen, so there’s not a huge age difference between us. Of course, I still made sure it was okay with her mom before I asked her to be my girlfriend. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that she was meant for me. I remember when my mom would tell us about how it would feel when we found our ‘one’. I never thought the stories were true, or that I would experience it, but I was proven wrong when I laid my eyes on her gray ones.
She was my first in everything. I never found any girls in high school attractive. No one had piqued my interest until Posey. I felt the energy around me changed when I saw her. Over the past few months, we got to know each other and spent every second we could together. I only come home on the weekends since I stay on campus during the week. We text and call each other throughout the day. It’s hard being away from her, but it won’t be much longer, and I’ll be home for good. I’ve already talked to my brother and Westyn about starting a construction company where I can be the architect. All that’s left to do is to get my degree. I’m halfway there.
Throughout the day, I’ve had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling that my life as I know it is going to change. As I’m sitting in my last class, that feeling has gotten stronger. I just don’t know what it means, or if it’s good or bad. I hope Posey is alright. I don’t know what I would do if something were to happen to her. She’s it for me. I decide to head straight to Posey’s house instead of going to my parents. They’re gone for a while longer, and I’d have the house to myself, but I need to make sure Posey is okay with my own eyes. I don’t stop by my dorm. I go straight to my car and make the drive back home.
On the drive back I think of everything that could be wrong. I know how her grandparents tried to take her a couple months ago. I was scared, angry, and thankful. Thankful that they didn’t get their hands on her. Mad because they would try what they did. Mad because I wasn’t there to protect her. Scared because I knew I loved her and didn’t want to lose her.
I told Posey I’d be there around four, but my class let out early, so I’ll be there about the time she’ll be out of school. The feeling in my stomach isn’t getting any better, so I decide to call my brother. He answers after a few rings. “Hey Gav.”
“Hey big brother. I’ve had this feeling in my stomach all day. I was just wondering if there was something going on?” I question.
“Are you sure it’s not just gas?” He jokes.
“Hardy har-har. I’m serious. I have a feeling that things are going to change and I’m not sure if it’s for the worst or best. Humor me asshole.” I snark.
“Everything’s okay now. We had an issue earlier today, but it’s been handled. I can’t go into more detail than that. Club business.” He tells me. It’s always club business. I get it. They don’t want to worry us unless they have to.
“Okay. I’m on my way home. I think I have about fifteen minutes left of the trip. I’ve been zoned out most of the time.” I tell him. Everyone knows that I zone out when I drive. Not enough that I don’t know where I’m going but zone out none the less. “I’m going to your place to wait for Posey to get home.”
“It’s unlocked. I’m at the clubhouse doing some shit. Be safe.” He says, disconnecting the call. I spend the rest of the drive home listening to the radio and thinking about what Posey needs to talk to me about. I don’t have much experience with women, but I know enough to know that when a woman says she needs to talk, it’s serious. Pulling into the cul-de-sac where the current executive members live, I pull into my brother’s house. He had it built last year, along with the other members, but doesn’t stay there much. I was going to stay with at my parents’, but if I stay with Blake, I’ll be closer to Posey.
I only had to wait about forty-five minutes to hear the vehicles pull up. All the kids have gotten a ride with one of the moms in the ‘mom squad’, as Hannah dubbed them, since I could remember. When I got my license, I was able to drive myself and whoever wanted to ride with me, but until then I was stuck riding to and from with one of the moms. I didn’t mind much though. I’m a mama’s boy and I’m not afraid to admit it. My parents have treated me with kid gloves pretty much all my life because I was born early. My mom had me four months early because she was working herself too hard to get things ready for the dads to arrive back from a ride. So, the family has treated me with kid gloves. There’s nothing wrong with me, so it gets irritating at times because I want to be treated like the rest of the kids.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t able to do anything with the rest of the guys unless I was protected. I had to have knee and elbow pads when I rode a bike. I had to have my helmet on and couldn’t leave the house without a sweater. I was lucky my dad stopped my mom from wrapping me up in bubble wrap. She did try to put me in a human hamster ball once. That wasn’t going to happen. She was always so worried that something was going to happen to me. I understood where she was coming from, but I just wanted to be like the rest of the kids. Instead, I gave up on trying to go and do what they did. I took to reading and focusing on my schooling. I managed to graduate high school at sixteen and I’m hoping to graduate college by eighteen.
I walk out of Blake’s house and head next door to Trigger’s house. To get to the houses, you need to go through a gate then each driveway is connected by one single road. Each house is placed around the huge lake in the middle. Starting the houses is Axyl and Ali’s. Next to theirs is Jackson and Hannah’s. My brother’s place is next with Eliot and Alanis’s next to his. Westyn is next to Eliot, and after Westyn is Clinton. After him, there’s Patrick followed by Sebastian, with Braxton bringing up the end. When Axyl built his and Ali’s house, all the men decided to do the same. A place to stay when the clubhouse got to be too much, or when they found their ol’ ladies. They had a dock built to lead out to the middle of the lake. It’s one of Posey’s favorite places to go. It’s wide enough to have a patio set on it. She curls up on one of the chairs and reads her books while watching the rest of us goof off.
I’d like to build Posey and I a house one day. Sooner rather than later, but I still have a while before I can do that. I need to wait until she’s at least eighteen. I have two years and one month until that comes, and I can’t wait. I’m going to tie her to me in every way that I can. I’m going to marry that girl one day. I’d do it on her sixteenth birthday if I could, but I want her to concentrate on getting her high school diploma. Not that being married would stop that, but I want her to focus on that instead of a wedding. I do plan on proposing to her on her birthday, which happens to also be on Christmas.
I’m brought out of my thoughts by Posey throwing herself at me. I manage to stabilize us, so we don’t hit the ground and hug her to my chest. “Hey Posey-pie.”
“I missed you so much!” She says as she buries her head deeper in my neck. I squeeze her tighter because I missed her too.
“It’s only been a week babe.” I tease her.
“That doesn’t mean anything! A week is too long. You’re not allowed to leave again.” I chuckle and kiss her forehead. She owns my heart, body, and soul.
“I’ll be home for good soon enough babe. Now, what did you want to talk to me about? Also, just so you know, I missed you too.” I tell her.
“Before you two get too far into your conversation. You need to meet us at the hospital when you’re done. Alanis is there after some shit went down. Take care of what you need to and meet us there.” Trigger tells us.
“Is everything okay?” I ask. It’s never good when an ol’ lady is in the hospital.
“It will be.” With that, he walks to his truck and takes off with Morgan in tow.
“Let’s get you inside. It’s freezing out here. I don’t want you getting sick.” I tell her. I carry her into the house after unlocking the door. I set her down on her feet and lock the door back. It might be a closed neighborhood, but you can never be too careful. The clubhouse is surrounded by a wall and has a gate, but people have still managed to get inside. I’m not taking any chances. I may not want to join the club, but the club is my life. I’ll always be part of it, just not as a member. I have my own dreams and aspirations. The members of the club don’t take it personally. We all have a choice on if we want to prospect. If we don’t then they help us reach our goals. Whether it be by giving us a loan to start our lives somewhere else or becoming silent partners in any businesses we want to start up. They’re supportive and that’s all because of our parents. Our mothers have drilled into our heads on how to be supportive and not bossy. You get more accomplished when you take into consideration the persons’ ideas and opinions than you do with an iron fist.
“You should probably sit down.” Posey says in a quiet voice. This isn’t my Posey-pie. Something is going on. She’s never this quiet, or timid with me. I look at her closely and can see that she’s scared. Of what, I’m not sure yet. I intend to find out and fix it if I can. If not, I’m sure we can find a way to fix whatever has her looking scared. She won’t meet my eyes, and it’s starting to freak me out a bit.
“Posey. What’s going on. You’re starting to freak me out. You won’t look me in the eyes, you look scared, and I can tell you’ve been crying. Are you leaving me?” I question rapidly.
“Just sit down and we’ll talk. I’m not leaving you, but you might leave me.” I rear back in shock. I could never leave her. I bring her into my arms and sit on the couch, pulling her into my lap.
“Look at me Posey-pie.” She still won’t look at me, so I cup her face in my hands and bring her face up to meet mine. “Tell me what’s going on my love, and we can fix it.” I kiss her lips softly as the first tears fall from her eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” I freeze. Pregnant? We were careful. Protected. She was on the pill. We used condoms. How? “Please say something Gavin. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I don’t know how it happened. I’ve been on the pill since I started my period. We used condoms every time.” She’s wrong. We didn’t use a condom every time.
“We didn’t use a condom when I took your virginity. Remember? We sort of fumbled through it and forgot about it.” What are we going to do? “Your dad is going to kill me. I thought we would be okay. It was one time. The other times we’ve always used protection. Oh, God. I’m going to die before I get to meet my child. I’m going to die before I get to marry the woman of my dreams. Your dad is going to kill me and then the rest of the guys are going to take turns killing me after bringing back to life. Let’s not talk about your mom. Or mine.” I can’t stop the rambling and Posey laughs.
“No one is going to kill you. I know you had plans for your future. I’d understand if you didn’t want to be a part of the baby’s life.” I cut her off with a kiss
“I would never leave you to raise a baby on your own. Yes, I have dreams, but so do you. I’m going to make sure that both of us reach our dreams. We’ll do this together. You might just have to bring me back from the dead because I am a dead man walking. We have to tell your parents. We have to tell mine. We have to make sure you see the doctor. There’s so much to do.” This time she cuts me off with a kiss.
“We’ll do it. Don’t worry. We need to get to the hospital to see my mom. She can’t kill us if she’s in a hospital bed, can she?” I laugh at her statement. I lift her up from my lap and lead her out towards the car when we’re both bundled up. Time to face the firing squad.