Chapter 63
Montana had enjoyed herself that evening with the girls, pigging out on ice cream and pizza before watching endless movies and playing video games. In all her years of adult responsibilities and now being a wife and expecting her own child, she’d forgotten what it was really like to be a kid at heart sometimes.
After the last movie had finished, the phone rang. Mac lunged for it, picking up the receiver.
“Hi, Papi!” she said excitedly.
“Mac, what have I told you girls about answering the phone?” Paul asked.
“Mami’s here and she says it was okay since it was probably you. She was right.”
“She was lucky. I could have been some predator for all you know. Put her on.”
Mac handed Montana the receiver. “He wants to talk to you.”
Montana chuckled. “But of course.” She then took the phone. “How’s it going, King of the Road?”
“Mon, why are you having the kids answer the phone? I’ve told them about that.”
“Because I figured it was you anyway and maybe they would like talking to their dad. Besides, your number came up on the Caller ID and it isn’t like I let them do it all the time.”
“Consider yourselves lucky I wasn’t some pervert breathing into the phone, or worse.”
“Hmmm, you can breathe in my ear all you want, sweetheart.”
“You know what I mean, Montana. Jesus.”
“Anyway, what’s happening with you, big boy?”
“Nothing really. Some of the guys went out to a club.”
“And you didn’t go? I can‘t believe a man like you is holed up in a hotel room by himself.”
“I’m kind of past that club shit. I’m a married man with kids, after all.”
“So are most of the roster. It doesn’t mean you’re dead.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t always the party animal type even when I was married to Reg and before the girls came along. Guess nothing’s really changed. And some of those so-called married dudes? Come on, babe, you worked for this company long enough to know at least half of them screw around. Personally, I don’t do the cheating thing; I have my hand and lesbian porn for that job if it‘s needed.”
“Ewww, TMI,” Montana replied, making a face.
“Of course, being practically jumped by my wife every time I come home kind of helps curb that too.”
“I do not!” she laughed. “You dirty boy, I can’t help if my hormones are insane right now.”
“Have you heard any complaints?”
“Hmmmmm, come to think of it, I haven’t.”
“So what are my ladies doing this evening?”
“Watching movies, playing Super Mario–though I have no idea what the hell I am doing on that one–helping Mac with her homework, pigging out on pizza and ice cream.”
“Awww, you guys are having the real fun.”
“Yes, a great time to be had by all,” Montana laughed. “Nothing like living it up with a four and seven year old.”
“Yeah, well, I should be joining your fun in a couple of days. Sure beats the hell out of watching a bunch of dudes drink and make asses out of themselves or sitting in a room counting the bathroom tiles.”
“And to think there’s people out there who actually believe you guys have such glamorous lives,” she replied.
“Riiiiiiiiiiiight. They won’t think it was so ‘glamorous’ after they’ve tried it for a day or two. Which reminds me, I need to go find Spanky and make sure he isn’t practically burning the place down again like he did the other night when he let a cigarette ash fall on the bed while watching TV. What a dumb ass.”
“Mariah isn’t with him?” Montana wondered. “And where’s Zeke?”
“Mimi‘s already gone on to the next town and Zeke went out with the rest of the guys,” Paul said, “so it’s basically me that is preventing a fire. Frankly, I’d rather be home working on that room.”
“Don’t worry, your project still awaits you when you get back.”
A short time later:
Once he was reassured that Brian hadn’t been in a position to start any fires, Paul had returned back to his room, flipping on the TV and wishing he was home with Montana and the girls. It was enough he had to be away from them under normal circumstances, but it bothered him even more now that Montana was pregnant. What if something went wrong while he was gone? So far, nothing had, but it still nagged at him.
She was still three months out from her due date and he was counting the days he would get the time off to be with her at their son’s birth and a few weeks afterwards to enjoy the little guy.
It was a stark contrast to what he’d gone through when Reggie was having each of the girls; she hadn’t been so bad with Mac, but pregnant with Kira, Reg had been a holy terror. Being on the road had been a total reprieve then, but now it was almost torture.
How different the two of them had been, Paul thought. Pregnant, and even after Kira was born, Reggie had been miserable to be around. She seldom went out and his friends had driven her nuts. Sex even after Mac was born was few and far between, and only if she had been in the mood. Paul figured at the time as much jacking off he had been doing at the time, he may as well stayed single; the only time they had really gone at it was when they were trying for a second child, the result being Kira’s conception instead of a son. Even the last night of her life when they had had sex had been a rare occasion.
Then there was Montana. Jesus, the woman was incredible, and for as long as she had worked for the company, it was all he could do not to kick himself for not noticing her long before he did. Sometimes Paul wondered exactly how his life would be had she not come into his life at all, and he thanked God every day for her.
Even pregnant, she was cheerful most of the time. There was also no question she loved the girls to pieces, especially Kira, insisting they be part of the whole thing surrounding her pregnancy. Montana would read baby books to them and show them the non-graphic pictures, have them helping him with the smaller tasks in the baby’s room, take them to baby stores and let them pick out little outfits for their new brother. He couldn’t even recall Reggie even doing even one thing like that with Mac, much less anything else.
Montana also treated him like a king. Whereas she would laugh and kid around when he would rub and gently poke her belly, Paul thought if he’d ever done that with Reg, he’d been lucky to get his hand back, recalling the time Reggie yelled about not wanting him’pawing all over her’ when he wanted to give her a massage to relax her.
Sex? Shit. Reggie had moved into another room when she carried both girls. She was uncomfortable, it would probably hurt the baby, and what was he, some kind of freak?
He had slept around during the time Reggie was pregnant with Kira. Once.
It hadn’t been intentional, and luckily, no one had ever found out and Mariah had kept her mouth shut, feeling as guilty as Paul had. Mariah had split from her previous boyfriend at the time and Paul had been frustrated with the whole Reggie situation. Both had been a bit tipsy, gone back to his room, and the next thing either had known, ended up in bed.
They may have eased each other’s “frustrations” at the time, but extreme guilt had set in on both parts the next day. It took awhile for each to see each other the same way again, but happily, they had remained friends and Mimi was crushing on Spanky anyway, much as she would initially deny it for the next year or so.
One thing about now, however, that even though Reggie may have been stingy with sex–pregnant or not–Montana had been more than generous with it while they were dating right up through their wedding night and even the whole honeymoon in Mexico.
It was almost like she was in the mood the same time he was, not to mention she was hot as hell in the sack. Paul could certainly attest to older chicks being better lovers, and now that she was pregnant, the woman would practically rape him when he came in the door.
Not that he was complaining, of course, he thought with a grin.
The girls weren’t the only ones Montana spoiled; any time Paul had been sick or injured, she refused to let him do anything. He was lucky he hadn’t lost his job when she had called the offices to give them hell for making him work with a temperature of nearly 102 degrees, which turned out to be pneumonia. Were they out of their minds? He could have dropped dead, and they were expecting a child!
Yeah, he thought. There were things that could chap his ass about Montana at times, but for the most part, he had struck pure gold in finding his current wife and hoped for years to come, his good fortune would continue.
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