Silvy It has been a week since the Fourth of July. A week to think about my talk with Goof. And that is all I have thought about. I could get that conversation out of my head. And it was pissing me off. I couldn’t come to a decision. And that pissed me off more. Then there were the questions I kept coming up with. Why did Goof want to change the deal now? What changed? If this was about seeing the baby I told him he could be in the kid’s life. What more does he want? He said he wanted us to be a family. He was going to give up the parties and skanks. But will he really? You are probably wondering if I have trust issues. I do. I have been burnt too many times by men. But Goof has never lied or let me down. So why don’t I trust him on the skanks? Or that he is serious? I want to believe him, I do, but something is stopping me. I just don’t know what it is. And then there is the fact that he isn’t in love with me. How can I live with Goof and play the happy family knowing that? An

Silvy I went into this date with no expectations and an open mind. I wasn’t sure what a date with Goof would be like and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. So far though I am impressed. He has been a perfect gentleman. When the hostess was checking Goof out he ignored her. He kept me close to him and helped me into my seat. Just that was an improvement from some of my past dates. Yes, I have had some pretty sorry dates. One date the guy flirted with the waitress the entire time after arriving fifteen minutes late. I left before the food could arrive. Never went on a blind date again. After the waiter helped me pick out two variety platters Goof ordered. I wanted to feel bad at the amount I ordered but Goof wasn’t worried at all. He just said we could take the leftovers home. He just wanted me to get my fill of what I was craving. After the waiter left I remembered something he said while we were driving here. “ Goof, you said Lilly told you about this place. Does that mean they kno

Silvy Another long night at work. I should be used to it after doing it for so many years but tonight is dragging and I’m exhausted. Not to mention my feet and back are killing me. I can hear my bathtub calling me from here. I am fantasying about bubble bath, a bag of cereal and a cup of chamomile tea. My fantasies used to be about shirtless sweaty men with six pack abs and tattoos. Okay, mainly Goof. And still do sometimes when I can’t have the real thing. Now at six months pregnant it is bubble baths. I expect I will have sexy men fantasies again. Just not tonight. The shift is normal so far. Well normal for the emergency room. We had a few cases of food poisoning. One broke arm from falling off a ladder. A kid with a allergic reaction to a bee sting. Not a major reaction thank the heavens, just a bad rash and a welt around the sting site. Poor guy had never been bite before so his parents didn’t know. I just finished stitching up my patient. Yes, I do that. Leaves the doctors

I noticed two things when I woke up. The first was I was not in my bed. The last thing I remember was sitting on Goof's lap in the clubhouse main room. I came to him after a rough night at work. He comforted me and made all my worries disappear. while sitting on Goof's lap I felt like everything would be alright. He would be there. I guess I was so comfortable I fell asleep. But where am I and who brought me here? The other thing I noticed was a hand on my stomach and weight on my hip since I was laying on my side. The hand is moving back and forth across my stomach as the baby moves around. " Easy little one. Let mommy sleep a little longer." a voice says. Goof. That explains who brought me here. I open my eyes and look around without moving. I don't want Goof to know I'm awake yet. He is still talking to my stomach. " Mommy works too hard and deserves some extra sleep." he says to my stomach. I look around the room while he talks. It is a small room with minimal furnishings. Much

Silvy After we got dressed Goof insisted I have breakfast with him here at the club. I didn’t want to have to deal with skanks this early in the morning. I told Goof I would grab something on the way home. But Goof wasn’t having it. He wanted to make sure I had a proper breakfast not something from a drive thru. He assured me that I wouldn’t have to deal with any nasty skanks. The ones that handle breakfast are like Gretchen. Easy going and don’t want trouble. And if the skanks bother me he promised to handle it. That and he said there was bacon. So I caved and let him walk me down stairs to the kitchen. I have never been in this part of the club before. I was shocked at how big it was. The kitchen was spotless so that was a plus. It had two large stoves that looked like they belonged in a restaurant not a club house. Two side by side fridges I have always wanted. One has a large label on it that simple states ‘Kids.’ Not hard to guess what kinds of things might be in there. The