The Baby He Wants: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (5 page)

“
Yes
sir massa,” Ava mumbled to herself, piqued for some reason at
him telling her what to do. Still she tried to finish up quickly,
wrapped herself in the terrycloth robe emblazoned with his initials
and left the bathroom. She smelt the coffee at once and changed
direction from the bedroom to the kitchen.

“
What’s
cookin?” she asked peering into the bowl Tristan was stirring.

“
Pancakes,”
he said turning to hand the bowl to her.

“
Finish
up here while I grab a shower?” he said and disappeared into
the bathroom before she had a chance to reply.

“
Yeah.
Sure,” she told the thin air.

*****

“
Do
you have to work today?” Tristan asked as they ate.

“
Yeah.
Duh,” Ava replied with a smile. “Why what did you have in
mind?”

“
Nothin
really. Hanging out,” he said.

“
You
could come help me if you want,” Ava suggested not really being
serious.

“
Yeah?
I’d like that,” Tristan replied much to her surprise.

“
Seriously?”
she asked her nose wrinkling.

“
Yeah
seriously. Who wouldn’t want to work behind the scenes for a
rock band?”

Ava
shrugged, “Nobody apparently. Okay then, I don’t think I
can get you on the payroll but a little extra help is always
welcome.”

“
Wonderful,”
Tristan said jumping up from his seat. “Is there a dress code?
Black jeans? Guns n’ Roses t-shirt?” he asked excitedly.
Ava laughed.

“
Yeah,
that’s the uniform. Wear that,” she said wryly as she got
up as well.

“
Great.
Wonderful. Let’s do this,” he replied rubbing his hands
together with glee. Ava just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Who
knew rich folk had the same dreams as the rest of them?

*****

“
So
you've made it in becoming a roadie -- you're on the road with a
touring band or show. You have your job and specialty -- be it
lights, sound, security, et cetera -- but you may be surprised to
learn there's more to the job than that,” Lionel Manners was
giving Tristan the tour, orienting him for the day. Lionel was a
stickler for details and he intended Tristan to remember all of them.
Even though he was just ‘helping out’ Lionel still
treated him like a full time employee. Tristan followed meekly eyes
darting occasionally to Ava in wry amusement as Lionel gave him the
tour.

“
Roadies
typically have many other duties aside from the one in which they
focus. One of the prime roadie duties is being a member of a team and
doing whatever it takes to make the show successful. This can mean
pitching in for other areas that might be struggling. It also means
keeping a sense of humor in the face of crisis. You'll also need to
polish those communication and people skills, as the hard work and
long road can fray nerves and exhaust your reserves.” Tristan
nodded his understanding as Lionel told him this. He had a wealth of
experience in communication and people skills. It was part of his job
as head of communications at the Reinchenbach Group. This was child’s
play in comparison.

“
As
a member of the crew, you'll be representing the artists and
production company for whom you work. This means you'll be an
ambassador, with your attitude and professionalism scrutinized by
both the public and the other business interests with whom you
interact,” Lionel continued. Tristan felt like he was about to
embark on his day job all over again.

“
Often
times, roadies are the mediators between the artists and others, such
as the venue owners and operators. It's the roadie's job to balance
the needs and artistic vision of his employer with that of the public
and venue. While the artists, for example, might want a 30-foot
column of flame to launch during a certain song, the roadie must work
with the venue to ensure the safety and feasibility of such an
effect. It may fall to the roadie to explain why some things cannot
be done.”

“
Great,”
Tristan murmured wondering why Lionel was going on and on about this.
It wasn’t like Tristan was going to be negotiating with anyone
about anything. He wondered though, how Lionel would feel about a
change in career. They could use a guy like him in HR.

“
Learning
how to become a roadie, in short, can't always be taught in a
classroom. Becoming a roadie and executing the duties of a roadie
come with experience and maturity. Roadies have to keep their wits
about them so others can have a good time.” Lionel finished
with flourish and Tristan inclined his head at him in thanks as they
came to the end of orientation.

“
I
appreciate you taking the time to explain things to me,” he
said.

“
You’re
welcome. Now get to work. Ava will show you where to begin,”
Lionel said clutching his clipboard to him and marching off. Tristan
watched him go, shaking his head slightly impressed. He really needed
to get Lionel’s details.

“
You
ready?” Ava asked coming up so quietly he didn’t hear her
and slipping her hand into his arm.

“
Yeah
I’m ready.” He said going off with her as she showed him
how to connect equipment for today’s show. They would be able
to watch from back stage and then Ava said there was a wrap up party
for crew. Since he was officially crew if only for the day, that
meant him too. But first they had to make sure everything was hunky
dory for the show and then afterwards, take it all down. It was the
last day of the festival; tomorrow the equipment was needed elsewhere
and the venue was to be cleared. It was a lot of hard work but
Tristan found that he was enjoying himself. It was just what he
needed to take his mind off of his troubles.

*****

The wrap
up party ran late and by the end of it, Tristan was majorly drunk and
Ava had to help him to his trailer.

“
I’ll
make coffee,” she said.

“
Okay
cool. I’ll just sit here and wait for it,” Tristan
replied flopping onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and switched
on the TV, watching a soap opera about a girl lost in the woods who
lost her memory and is unable to find her way back home. It was
confusing. Tristan couldn’t really figure out what was
happening. Luckily Ava soon came by with the coffee, helping him sit
up so he could drink and ask her questions she couldn’t
possibly have the answers to.

“
Right
so Gerald is the evil brother of her mother in law who wants to break
them up?” he asked her pointing at the screen.

“
Er
yeah, I think so,” Ava said. She didn’t really have a
clue what was going on, not having time to keep up with soaps but she
was quick on the uptake and the plot wasn’t that complicated.

“
What
a dick!” Tristan exclaimed falling backwards on the seat and
almost spilling his coffee. Ava took it from him and put it down on
the table.

“
Oh
sorry,” Tristan murmured absently leaning forward again to pick
up his cup and follow the story. Once the movie was done Tristan
asked Ava if she wanted to listen to some tunes.

She
walked over and picked up a CD that was lying out. She put the CD in
the player and started walking over to Tristan, who was cleaning up
coffee cups.

"Dance
with me," she said, as she reached out and took the cups from
Tristan's hands, pulling him onto the dance floor aka space between
the couches
Tristan looked a little surprised before smiling and
blushing a little when the song, "Tiny Dancer" began. "I
can't believe you chose this song."
Ava cupped Tristan's chin
and leaned in for a kiss, before pulling back and smiling. "I
love this song. It's perfect," She pressed her forehead to
Tristan's. "You're my tiny dancer now though."
Tristan
kissed her back, "My mother used to sing this song to me. We
used to dance sometimes late in the night when she came to read me a
bedtime tale. We would talk about how much my father loved to dance
as we did it. It was our special time," he said, smiling at her.
Ava just kissed him again, slow and lazily, hand cupping the back of
his neck, body still moving slightly to the music, and Tristan slid a
hand in to thread through the hair at the back of her head, as if
trying to convey his feelings through his actions.
Ava pulled back
to just dance with him until the song ended, and then she smiled.

"Why
don't you go on in and take a shower, get ready for bed," he
told her. "It's been a long night." He motioned to the
dirty dishes, "I'm just gonna clean up a little more."
"You
sure?" Ava asked.
"I'm sure," Tristan said,
grinning. "I know you've been dying to get in that shower again,
so take your time, enjoy it."
"All right," Ava
said, giving in easily. "Thanks, Tristan."
He just
smiled as he watched her leave, then cleaned up a bit, before going
inside and stripping down to his boxers in the bedroom, listening to
the shower water running. After a few seconds of struggling with his
inner demons as usual, Tristan gave up and let himself be drawn to
the bathroom. He walked across the hall and pushed the door open,
pausing in the doorway as he saw Ava's body through the steamy glass
doors, and he swallowed hard as he watched her.

Ava
groaned softly, one hand splayed against the glass door as she let
the water spray down over her shoulders and back, tilting her head
back and getting her hair wet, reaching up with both hands now to
push it back from her face.

Tristan
licked his lips and walked towards the shower, still watching Ava as
he stopped just outside the shower and puts his hand up against the
glass where Ava had hers. Then he moved a little closer. Ava opened
her eyes and grinned a little when she saw Tristan, pushing her hair
back from her face again, hand sliding with Tristan's across the
glass, before Tristan pulled his hand away.
With his eyes still on
Ava, Tristan took off his boxers, and then opened the sliding door,
hesitating for just a second, before he stepped into the shower with
her. He didn’t say anything, just moved up against her back,
one hand going around to splay over her breasts and pull her back
against him, and the other grabbing her hip as he leaned in and bit
at her earlobe. 
Ava just moaned softly, reaching her hand
back to curl a hand around the back of Tristan's neck, her other hand
lightly holding Tristan's wrist at her hip. That one simple
submissive action made Tristan swallow hard, and he placed
open-mouthed kisses against Ava's neck as both his hands slid up
Ava's breasts, and then he teased the taut nipples, while gently
moving his hips to allow his cock to slide against Ava's ass. He made
a low noise, almost a growl, and then he pushed Ava forward into the
wall, bringing her hands up to press against the tile, his own hands
covering Ava’s and fingers curling over hers, as he kissed and
licked along her neck and shoulders.
Ava gasped softly, partially
from the contrast of the hot shower to the cool tile, mostly out of
surprise, exhaling a shaky moan as she let her head drop to the tiles
as well.
Tristan kept one hand pressed and curled with Ava's as
his other slid down to cup Ava's nub giving it a few strokes as she
moaned low in his ear, his own leaking cock pressed tightly against
the crease of Ava's ass.
This is it
,
Tristan thought as he let go of Ava's hand to grabbed her hips as he
started to move against her slowly, panting softly against her ear,
the water pouring down over them as he turned Ava's face for an open
mouthed and somewhat sloppy kiss.
It's
going to be tonight. Right here. Right now. Just like this.
Ava
rocked her hips, moaning softly, and there's no sign of her fighting
it as she returned the kiss the best she could, making a soft noise
of approval.
Tristan groaned low and squeezed his eyes shut a
moment before fisting his hand in Ava's curly hair and bending her
forward, forcing her to put her hands out against the tile again to
catch herself. It's not that he didn't want their time together to be
special, but having Ava so willing, right here in the shower... it
was just too much for Tristan to resist. They've been dancing around
each other since they met, it's been explosive; and if this was how
it was going to play out, then hell, he was going for it
full-throttle.
Ava caught herself on the wall, more turned on by
the act itself than anything, biting back another moan as she arched
her back to roll her hips up a little.

"Goddamn,
Tristan..."
Oh yeah, it was
going down like this.
Just hearing Ava
say his name almost made Tristan come undone, and he let go of Ava's
hair to reach down and rub his cock against Ava's ass, pressing just
a little, and then hesitating, knowing that this was still new for
Ava and wondering if he should take the time to prepare her. After
all, he wasn't exactly a small guy.
"It's okay," Ava
said, as if reading his mind. She looked back at him, giving him a
small reassuring smile, pushing her hips back a little.
That's all
the invitation Tristan needed. He swallows thickly, nodding a little
as he runs his hand up Ava's back, then back down to her ass, slowly
pressing himself against Ava as his hand made its way around to curl
around Ava's breasts again. Then he pushed into Ava slowly, rocking
his hips a little to help, until he felt Ava's body give, and then he
pushed himself all the way, leaning over Ava's back and panting from
the tightness and instant pleasure.