Silvy
I have to agree with him on that part. I have seen every kid in this club do it. " Now your aunts may be small but they are sticks of giggling dynamite. They will be there if you ever need anything. Don't tell your great Uncle Ace I told you this but he always has his arms open for hugs. And on the left side on in the inside of his kutte he keeps lollipops for you kids that he doesn't think we know about." Goof said. I have to bite my lip hard to keep from laughing. " Uncle Lug is always ready to give piggyback rides. Or he and Aunt Lilly will sing you silly songs they make up for you kids," he told my belly. He went on to talk about Merigold being about to teach the baby to draw or Anna if the baby want to sew. Goof went through every club member. If there was something this kid wanted to do that Goof and I couldn't help with there was a club member that could. And if there wasn't Goof would find someone who could.
The whole time he was talking he was rubbing my belly waiting for the kicks. And he got a bunch. " We all wear leather and ride loud motorcycles but at the end of the day, we are just a large family. And you are going to fit right in. You and Mommy both." Goof said before kissing my stomach. By the time he was finished talking, I had tears in my eyes that I was trying to hold back. Between Goof's sweetness and hormones, it was too much. I had known from the moment I met him he was a sweet guy but this was an entire new level. I could almost see him holding our baby in his arms swaying back and forth. In the picture, he is smiling like he is now.
When he does stuff like this it is very hard not to fall in love with him. He isn't doing to prove something to me or try to impress me. This is the real Goof. The one only a few select people see. I am lucky I am one of the privileged. For some reason, Goof has let me see these different sides of him. There are many things up in the air right now. Like the future of Goof and my relationship. One thing that is not, is Goof's love for this baby. I can't ask him to walk away like I did in the beginning. I won't do that to him. I know it would tear him apart. No matter what happens between us I want him to be in this baby's life. And not just the fun uncle. As its father.
There are many things I need to think over but not now. I just want to enjoy this. I carefully lift my hand towards Goof's head and run my fingers through his hair. Goof tilts his head up to look at me. I smile at him " Morning." Goof gives me one of his panty-dropping smiles. " Morning babe. Did we wake you?" he asks. " No, you didn't," I said as I moved to get on my back. It was getting uncomfortable on my side. Goof raised himself up and slid up in the bed and helped me get on my back. Goof slipped his arm under my shoulders so I could rest my head on his shoulder. I have always loved doing that. It was comforting. Goof kissed the top of my head. I place my hand on my stomach and rub. I have been doing it as much as Goof has. " Did you two have a nice chat?" I asked.
" You caught that did you?" Goof asked but didn't deny it. " A little," I told him. I don't know how long he was talking before I woke up. " To answer your question. Yes, we had a good talk. We were having some baby daddy time." he said. I curled a little closer to him and place my hand on his chest which I just noticed was bare. How had I missed that? I love Goof Shirtless. It is a sexy sight to see. It can make a bad day look brighter. " I'm glad you did. Did you two happen to discuss names?" I asked. " No, we didn't. Have you been thinking of names?" he asked. " I may have a small list I carry around," I said.
I move around to sit up. Goof helps as usual. I get up on my knees and throw a leg over Goof's hips so I am straddling him. Goof's eyes get big for a second in shock before they go back to normal. I feel like this is a face-to-face conversation. So what if I'm just in my scrub top and lace panties? And Goof happens to be wearing nothing but his boxers. We may not be in the friendliest position but the man has seen me naked this is no big deal. " What about you?" I asked. " What about me?" Goof asks with a smirk. I playfully slap his chest. " Names, silly. Have you thought of any or are you leaving it up to me?" I asked. Goof grabs my hands and kisses my knuckles before letting them go. " I may have thought of a few," he said. Then he just stopped and looked at me. " Well, are you going to tell me? Or is it some big secret?" I asked.
" It depends. Are we doing this? Talking baby names? Like we are doing this together?" he asked. " Goof I haven't made all the decisions yet but I do know I want you to be in this baby's life. As it's dad. I don't know about us, yet. I'm still thinking. And I am thinking I promise." I said. I wanted to make sure he understands I am still thinking about what he asked. I'm not blowing him off. Goof places his hands on my hips. " Babe, calm down. I know you are. And you know I want to be in this baby's life so thank you for letting me be more than a sperm donor." he said looking into my eyes. I am half naked on his lap and he has enough respect for me and the situation to not try anything.
" I promise to give my answer as soon as I have it. Until then are we talking names?" I asked with a smile. " Tell you what. How about you tell me one of your picks and then I will tell you mine. We can go until we figure out on name for a boy and a girl." It isn't a bad idea so I agree. " So for a girl, Savanna Marie," I said. Goof turned his head like he was thinking. " I like the Savanna. Not sure about Marie," he said. I can live with that. None of the names I came up with are set in stone. " Violet," Goof said to a girl. I'm not sure about that one so I say " How about we put that in the maybe's? For a boy Oliver." " I can't. Sorry babe." So no on Oliver. " Michael James," he said. " You want a Goof junior?" I asked. Yes, Michael James is Goof's full name. " Do I want our son named after me? Sure but we are not calling him Goof. If he wants a name when he grows up he will get one fit for him. Is there something wrong with my name?" He asked.
" No of course not. We can call him Junior or Jr. He can be mommy's little Goof." I said. The last part was meant as a joke. Goof's hold on my hips gets tighter. I feel his hips lift and the next thing I know I'm on my back and Goof is hovering over me. How the hell did he do that so quickly? " We can call him JR or even Junior. But you are not calling our son little Goof," he said. I smile. It is time to mess with Goof. I don't get to do this very often. " Why not? He can be my little Goofy. Or Goof man. Maybe Goofball. Oh, I got it. My Goof-Goof." I smile. " That's it," he yelled out. He moves his hands to just above my hips and starts tickling me. Shit, I hate that he knows all my spots. He found out by accident shortly after we met. It doesn't do it often thank goodness.
He is tickling me. I am cracking up rolling this way in that trying to get away but he has me caged in. " Take it back and I will stop," he says. He knows I hate being tickled. But I can't help myself. " Mommy's Goof-Goof." I laugh. " No you don't. Not going to happen," he said as he moves his fingers. " Goof. Stop." I gasp. Being six months pregnant, I just woke up and now I'm being tickled. Not a good combination because I have the sudden urge to pee. But Goof doesn't stop. " Goof, you are going to make me wet myself. And not in a good way." I giggle. Not because it is funny. " Then you better promise not to call our son Goof-Goof," he said. Now the urge is greater. I need to get up. " Fine. Fine. I won't call him Goof-Goof." I yelled. Goof stops " Good." " Now get off me. I seriously have to pee." I said. Goof got up quickly and helped me up. Thank heaven he has a bathroom in here. I didn't want to have to run down the hall. Once I'm out of bed I run to the room five feet from the bed. Just before I shut the door I yell over my shoulder " I will call him Mikey." I slammed the door laughing.