Disclaimers - All characters are over 18.
Transformers aren't mine.
Thanks - to my wonderful beta that helped me EnglishEnigma.
... hmmm I'm going to tell you only that Bee will be tempted to ... with Mikaela ... ok read it.
Judy Witwicky is sitting in the kitchen ... an empty glass of whiskey is placed in front of her as she stares unblinking at it ... not moving, almost not daring to breathe. Everything is still but, yeah, it's normal because it's two a.m. Normal people are sleeping by now so she's sitting in the kitchen in total darkness with only a little light coming from the streetlamps.
She doesn't know how long she sat there at the table and maybe she shouldn't have drunk those glasses of whiskey but in the end she doesn't care at all ... if only her mind would stop spinning with all of her thoughts... flashes of images ... words racing through her mind as she sits there thinking about what she saw ... her son ... her Sam having sex with another man.
She doesn't know ... she seems to not be able to bring herself to cry ... she was always open to sexuality even when it came to her son ... often she talked with him about sex ... and, yes, above all safe sex even if Ron thought that it wasn't a great idea ... always repeating that they should wait for him to ask questions but she thought that her son should know what sex is... what sex can bring ... so years ago when she found out that her son was into masturbation she only smiled while shaking her head reassuring her husband and herself that it was more than normal and Sam was growing up ... but this ... but knowing that Sam ... her Sam likes men, no ... it's too much even for her.
She can't close her eyes because she will see her son lying on the floor ... legs spread and a needy expression as that boy is between his thighs ... and Sam's hand is wrapped around the boy's cock ... jacking him off. Judy sighs leaning back against the chair while wondering who that boy was ... she never saw him around with Sam and then she thought he seemed to be older than her Sam; about six years older than him.
She sniffs deciding to stand up and go to bed while thinking that her husband didn't have to know ... at least for now ... she just stops at the bathroom to wash her face when a murmur reaches her ears.
Slowly she walks toward her son's room and she just stops there in front of the door with her heart racing and her mouth suddenly dry ... she wants to know but at the same time she would like to close her eyes and pretend to not have heard anything ... turn her back and return to her room ... to her Ron.
Instead she takes a long breath and slightly opens the door trying to stay quite ... the room is dark and she can barely see but then ... then she doesn't know where she found the strength to not scream at the scene in front of her ... her son ... her Sam ... no it can't be ... no, Sam ... he ... he's still so little ... so innocent ... how can it be?
Sam is kissing him ... that boy ... that man and his arms are wrapped around the man's neck ... he's humming in pleasure as he rides his cock ... as those filthy hands are on her son's ass cheeks urging him to impale himself more on his cock ... and Judy would like to just tear her son away from that pervert ... to slap him, asking what's going on with him ... why he's doing such sinful and filthy things with him ... a man!
Sam leans forward to lick the man's nipples and Judy can see ... can properly see the man's cock base moving in and out of her son ... his ass cheeks are stained with sperm and the vision makes her want to throw up.
She steps back while covering her mouth with her sweaty palm ... like wanting to shush herself as she can hear her son moan while adjusting his position to get more cock inside him.
She quitely goes out closing the door behind her ... she seems to be unable to breathe normally ... her son ... her only son, lying there ... fucked by a man ... oh my! Before going into her room she stops to throw up and while she rinses her mouth she cries her heart out because she doesn't know what to do.
I'm chewing a piece of pancake as my mom sits in front of me ... staring at me like it's the first time that she's seeing me.
"What?" I ask while reaching for the maple syrup ... ah, I love sugary stuff and I think that also my son loves it.
"Are you seeing someone?" she abruptly asks.
"What? No, Mom," I reassure her while wondering why she would ask this question.
"Are ... are you sure, Sam?" she insists and I nod, "because you know ... you know that if ... if you are seeing someone ... well, you can talk with me."
"I know, Mom, thanks," I smile at her while licking my sticky, sugary lips.
"You ... you know that we don't have secrets between us," she quitely says reaching for one of my hands, "so if you need ... if you need to talk, well, I'm here."
I look at her while wondering what she really wants from me. "Yes, Mom, I know."
"Sam!" she suddenly cries out while holding my hand tight and I can read despair in her face.
"Mom, what happened?" I ask while closing my other hand over her shivering one.
"You are so beautiful and innocent, Sam," she whispers caressing my face. "Don't let someone take that innocence away from you," and with that she stands up and walks out. I remain in silence staring at the empty chair ... trying to understand what she wanted ... what she was saying.
I go upstairs to grab my jacket and backpack when I see a single red rose lying on my desk ... I smile softly picking it up and smelling the sweet and decadent perfume.
"You are the most beautiful thing that I ever saw in the world, Sam," he whispers against my ear embracing me ... his large hands spreading protectively over my belly.
I chuckle softly while staring at the rose. "And you are so romantic."
He turns me and starts to hum a song while he slowly makes me dance ... swinging our bodies like he's following a melody that he has in his mind and I smile.
"Not to ruin the moment but I still have to go to school," I remind him making him laugh and hide his face against my shoulder joint.
"I would like to just escape with you," he says and I shake my head.
"Now look at you ... I was the one that kept saying that we should escape ... go away, only the two of us," I remind him and he nods. "For now it's enough if you decide to take me to school or should I ask Optimus Prime?" I tease him.
"No fucking way he's going to take you to school," he hisses.
"So come on, bring that lazy Camaro out from the garage!" I say pushing him away.
"It's still early," I say once we arrive at school while getting out from the car.
"What do you want?" he shrugs kicking the Bee - Otch that he's keeping on his rearview mirror with his fingers and staring at it swing back and forth. "You were the one asking for it."
"Come on, get out, Bee!" I say and he sighs grabbing my backpack and get out. "Do you have any chocolate bars?" I ask while watching him put my backpack on his shoulders.
"No ... you just had breakfast," he points out and I slap him.
"Are you telling me that I eat too much?" I hiss while grabbing his arm. "Because, hey, you put me in this situation."
He shakes his head. "No ... no, Sam," and I'm quite amused with how much he's fearing that I will throw a tantrum at him. "You ... you are beautiful."
I grin and let him walk away with his antennae lowered ... I'm about to say something when I see a boy walking around Bee's Camaro ... I turn to stare at Bee who is now taken up in talking with a bunch of boys and I wonder how he can easy slip inside our community ... learning quickly how to move and talk like one of us ... but he doesn't seem worried about that red haired boy that is staring at his car ... surely he's used to the stares that he gets by now ... that the Camaro gets.
The boy raises his eyes toward me and for a moment he just stares at me ... he has a big purple bruise on his cheek and a strange and suspicious air.
"Do you need something?" I ask while walking toward him.
He shakes his head while slowly stepping back. "b ... bb ... b ... beautiful c ... car" he stutters then he lowers his azure eyes toward my belly and nods to himself then he turns and runs away leaving me standing there near my Camaro wondering what he wanted.
Bee grabs my arm and I turn to stare at him. "What, Bee?"
He shakes his head and antennae as well. "I don't know. It's like I sensed an interference."
"It's our son," I smile.
"No ... hmmm ... no, it was like a bunch of days ago," he says to himself.
"I told you to go to talk with Ratchet about your radar," I remind him while taking my backpack from his shoulders. "Now I have to go."
He sighs leaning forward to kiss me. "I don't know why but you can be in your holo - form or robot - form and still you have this power to make me feel like a dwarf," I say and he chuckles lightly.
"Sam, come on you are going to be late!" Mikaela yells passing near me while catching my arm to drag me away.
"I have to tell you, Sam," she starts to say, "lately you seem changed ... but, you know, in a good way." I walk arm in arm with her as chilly wind plays between her long hair and makes me shiver a bit.
"Really?"
She nods smiling. "Sometimes you seem like you're glowing ... so sex with Bee must be healthy as well as great," she laughs.
"I can't believe that we are talking about my sex life," I tell her while raising my hands up in defeat.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad ... sex with an alien or robot as we want to call him," she keeps teasing me, "and then look at you lately. You seem so different; like something beautiful happened and you won't share it with me ... your best friend!"
I shake my head while adjusting the straps of my backpack. "Really, Mikaela ... I-"
"You see, you don't know what to say!" she grins pushing me. "Come on, Sam, spill it."
"You wouldn't believe me," I sigh walking past her.
"Sam!" she calls me. "No way, come on ... no, wait. Are you thinking of going to live on his planet?"
"His planet is gone," I say while raising an eyebrow.
"Did he proposed to marry you?" she insists. "No, maybe ... maybe oh, Sam, please tell me what's going on with Bee because, come on, it's obvious that you are hiding something ... I learned to know you, Sam, and I know that you are hiding something."
"Mikaela, please!" I snap and she frozes looking at me. "Shit. Sorry, Mikaela. I-"
"Ok, if you don't want to say anything," she coldly replies walking past me but quickly I reach for her arm.
"Do ... do you really want to know ... because ... because you won't like what happened to me," I whisper as she stares at me with cold eyes ... but eventually she nods.
"After school come to my home," I say then rush toward my classroom.
"Where's Bumblebee?" Mikaela asks while going to sit on my bed once we arrived at home.
"You know he likes to go for rides ... better to race alone in desert highways," I tell her while going to open two bottles of coke.
"Woah, he left you alone?" she stares at me surprised and I chuckle.
"Yeah, sometimes his urge to go race is stronger than to stay with me."
"He cheats on you," she laughs while sipping her coke.
"Yeah, with a dusty empty road," I tell her while reaching for a chair and going to sit in front of her. "You know how cars are made."
"So, here we are, Sam," she says and I nod. "Spill it!"
I nod while standing up and raising my t – shirt. "Here's my secret."
She opens her mouth to say something but then she just closes it not really knowing what to say as she stares unblinking at my swollen belly.
"I'm pregnant," I tell her while sliding down my t - shirt and sitting next to her. "Very pregnant."
"No, it can't be, Sam," she breaths out while turning to stare at me. "You ... you are-"
I nod. "Yes, I'm pregnant with Bee's son."
"Oh fuck!" she exclaims. "No, really Sam, please," she says while raising my t - shirt again not wanting to believe in what she saw a moment ago ... but my swollen belly is still there.
"Can ... can I touch it?" she asks tentativily and I nod.
Her warm hand gently caresses my belly as she raises her blue eyes toward me. "Oh, Sam. I don't know what to say ... it's ... it's freaking beautiful."
I look down at her in disbelief. "What ... I'm pregnant, Mikaela. I'm a man!"
She chuckles softly. "Ok, I know that it's a crazy thing but ... but I don't know, Sam ... it's incredible. You ... you have life there ... you are going to have a son."
"Now you know the truth," I tell her while she keeps caressing my belly.
"Yeah ... yeah, now I know you have that kind of look that pregnant women get ... more mature and aware," she smiles softly. "So, how many months?"
I shake my head. "I don't know."
"Didn't you see a doctor?" she asks.
"No, I can't go out and let the world know that I'm the first pregnant man," I reply. "Well ... I think that I'm going to see Ratchet and the gang when they come back from their mission."
"Ah, they are on a mission?" she asks and I nod.
"Bee told me that."
"What about you parents?"
"They are clueless," I reveal. "I don't know what to do, Mikaela. I'm pregnant and I can't tell this to anybody ... could you imagine the reaction of my parents knowing that his son is pregnant ... and gay."
"Yeah," she chews her bottom lip, "but now I'm here, Sam," she smiles grabbing one of my hands.
"Thanks," I sniff, "because I'm really scared and lately Bee is acting a bit strange like he's wanting to hide something."
"He will not let you down, Sam," she reassures me. "You know that he loves you," and I nod.
"Yeah, I know. It's just that ... it's just that for me to get pregnant is not normal. I wasn't even thinking about it," I tell her, "and I still don't know how it happened."
"He's an alien ... maybe his race is able to reproduce males with males," she tries to explain.
"No, he told me that they don't mate like us ... you know they share their spark and electricity ... stuff like that," I sigh while leaning my head against her shoulder. "Really, Mikaela, I don't know what to do ... in a little while I will not be able to hide my pregnancy anymore."
She softly kisses my temple. "Remember that you are not walking alone. He's there, Sam ... next to you may be a bit distant but this situation is new for him also... give him time," she softly whisperes as I close my eyes, "and I'm here too, Sam ... always here for you ... you know that ... I love you."
I sigh as we lie on the bed hugging each other. "I thought that you were going to reject me ... to be disgusted in knowing that I ... a male, am pregnant," I whisper against her neck ... smelling her sweet but also lightly spicy perfume.
"Never, Sam ... you know after the battle and everything that happened I can't get scared off by your pregnancy," she softly tells me and then I can't hear her last words as I close my eyes sleep taking over me.
"You should go to him," Mikaela says while walking toward the yellow Camaro that is parked inside the garage.
Bee raises his glacial eyes toward her like asking what she's doing here. "After school we decided to go home together," she tells him while slipping inside the yellow car ... outside is dark and Sam has been asleep for a few hours so Mikaela rushed to the garden as soon as she heard the rumble of a car.
Bee just remains still with his fingers tightly wrapped around the sterring wheel ... fixing one indefinite point. "So he told you about his pregnancy?"
"He needs you."
"I know," he only says, "but I don't know how to help him."
Mikaela sighs. "Yes, you do know."
"I made a mistake ... I exposed him to a danger and I'm blaming myself for my own stupidity," he quitely says.
"You couldn't know, Bee ... massacring yourself won't help you ... or Sam."
Bee sighs turning toward her ... his arctic eyes fixing her like he's searching for an answer. "Honestly, I don't know how to help him ... I don't know what will happen when he will have to give birth ... I'm scared and believe me I'm a soldier and never in my entire long life was scared of something."
"You should talk with Prime," she says. "Surely he knows what to do."
"I can't, Mikaela!" he snaps glaring at her. "He told me to protect him not to fuck him and get him pregnant."
She sighs while massagging her temples. "Yeah, this ... is true but still you need help and I think that he's the only one that can give that to you."
He leans forward slamming his head against the steering wheel while repeating over and over "Stupid ... stupid ... stupid, Bee."
"This won't help you."
"I know but, fuck, I should have restrained myself so this mess wouldn't of happened!" he cries out punching the dashboard.
Mikaela chews her bottom lip while staring at him, and outside it's dark and windy ... Sam is sleeping in his room and she knows that it's not a good idea but her desire is strong as she leans forward capturing Bee's lips in hers ... kissing him languidly while her hand goes to rest on his strong thigh ... she kisses him because she wants to ... she need him. She knows ... she knows and hears that tiny voice in the back of her mind screaming that Sam is her best friend and Bee his boyfriend ... she shouldn't be there kissing him ... tempting him ... but she can't seem to be able to restrain herself as her hand grabs Bee's letting it slide under her shirt ... over her naked breast ... and she moans inside the kiss as Bee's large palm covers it ... her nipples hardening under his touch ... and for Bee maybe ... maybe he can get lost for a bit ... forget for a bit about his problems ... about Sam ... the Autobots ... his duties and answers that he's trying to get ... he can ... for a moment he can give in to his needs ... enjoy and not care about anything at all.
It's not fair ... he thinks while his system is fighting the urge to give in his instincts and desires ... because he wants so much to get lost ... to forget even for a bit ... but he also knows what the meanings of the words loyalty and devotion are and he swore it to Sam ... he swore to protect and love him always ... no matter what ... and Sam ... that little human that he's guarding trusts in him ... Sam that is also now carrying his son ... and he didn't ask to be thrown in the middle of this mess ... he didn't ask to get pregnant by an alien ... he didn't ask anything at all ... he only asked to be loved and respected ... Sam would never betray him ... he would never cheat on him ... and Sam is beautiful and sweet and Bee is a bastard if he's going to fuck Mikaela.
And Mikaela ... she shouldn't ask for what he can't give to her ... Sam is her best friend ... what's she doing?
But during his stay on Earth Bee learned that humans can act really strange ... and do stupid things like this ... like betray a friend ... ask for something, in this case sex, not caring of the consequences.
"Sam," he harshely breaths tearing his mouth off of hers. "It's not right ... I love him."
Mikaela licks her lips. "You need this," then she tries to kiss him again.
"No, it's not true," he replies pushing her away. "You should go ... and we don't have to talk about this anymore."
She shakes her head. "I will never tell Sam what happened between us," she insists going to cup him through the worn out jeans, "and you are erect ... let me blow you."
"Mikaela!" he hisses while tearing away her hand. "What the fuck? Are you or are you not Sam's best friend?"
She just remains in silence lowering her gaze. "Yes ... sorry, I ... I don't know what's wrong with me," she then whispers.
Bee sighs while rubbing his face ... wanting only to erase what happened a moment ago ... what was going to happen if he would have given in ... Mikaela is beautiful and hot but he loves Sam too much to do such a stupid thing like cheat on him.
"I ... I have to go" she tells him getting out of the car.
Bee stares at her walking away and for a long moment he remains inside the Camaro ... just thinking ... just pondering what he should do because he doesn't know if he can trust Ratchet anymore ... not after what happened and he's also sure that something is goin on ... that Ratchet is hiding something. The question is if Optimus Prime knows ... if he's involved in what Ratchet is planning ... and then that strange intereference that he keeps having lately ... one coming from his son and the other ... still he doesn't know where it's coming from and a strange feeling is crawling through his system ... but he tries to push it away ... to not listen to it ... because it can't be ... no they are gone ... destroyed by now ... but still ... still his system is in some way alerting him ... they are coming Bee ... if you want to avoid it ... Decepticons ... no, it can't be, Bee is thinking. No, the Decepticons are gone ... but still that strange feeling of his won't go away.
He climbs the window and then he closes it softly not wanting to disturb Sam and wake him up ... he walks toward the bed where his lover is lying and he smiles softly noticing that he's sleeping on his side of the bed... Bumblebee's side, while still wearing his t - shirt and jeans. He slowly and careful tries to undress him and Sam turns while whispering something in his sleep ... he finishes undressing him and pulls thick covers over his little body.
He goes to sit on the end of the bed with his face hiding between his palms as he thinks about what he was going to do moments ago ... he was going to cheat on Sam ... he shakes his head thinking that he should just blow himself up ... just punish himself for being so stupid.
"Bee," Sam calls him softly making him turn.
"I'm here, Sam," he whispers while crawling back to him. "I'm sorry that I left you alone."
I smile softly while rubbing my sleepy eyes. "Shhhh ... you needed that, Bee ... you and a dirt road. After all, are you or are you not a Camaro?"
He nods chuckling softly. "Yeah but still-"
I shut him up by kissing him and he slumps against me and I don't mind feeling his heavy body finally on me ... covering mine as we just kiss for a long moment ... with me just enjoying having him back.
"I love you," I whisper and for a brief moment I see something cross his eyes. "What?"
He shakes his head quickly going to kiss me. "Nothing, honey ... I love you."
I smile. "I spent all afternoon with Mikaela but then I fell asleep ... poor Mikaela, she surely got bored and left," he tells me while chuckling softly. "But I also told her that I'm pregnant ... she's my best friend ... she needed to know."
He nods while chewing his bottom lip ... if he knew what his so called best friend was going to do with him, Bee thinks. "Yeah if you needed to confide your secret with her, well ... it's all right Sam."
"She told me that if I need something I have only to ask," I tell him. "It's great to have such a friend like her." Bee just briefly nods then he slumps on the mattress while staring at the ceiling. "What's going on Bee?" I ask turning toward him.
"Nothing, Sam," he replies.
"Please, talk to me ... don't shut me out," I beg while kissing his strong jaw.
"You don't have to beg, honey ... it's just that ... that I'm worried about this situation but I promise you that I will find a way to help you," he tells me.
"Just stay close to me," I whisper, "and everything is fine."
"Never letting you go," he smiles softly kissing me again ... but still I can sense that something is bothering him.
For a long moment we stay in silence, each of us thinking while he slowly traces strange patterns on my stomach with the tip of his finger and I sigh thinking that I would like to understand what's going on with him.
"I need you," I tell him and he stops caressing my stomach lowering his gaze toward me but he remains in silence and I sense that he doesn't want to have sex ... I hint a smile and then I settle on my side for to go to sleep ... but tears slides down my cheeks as silently I feel him stand up and walk away ... climbing out my window.
Next morning I wake up alone in an empty bed and I decide to get up instead of just lying here and crying my heart out ... staggering, I make my way downstairs noticing that the house is empty and a little post it is attached to the fridge. I get closer reading that my parents went to visit some friends and they will be back for dinner.
I sniff while rubbing my eyes and passing in front of the kitchen window I notice that there's no Camaro parked under it nor in the garage ... I whimper while slamming a cup on the table.
Mojo, who was staring at me, jumps rushing away as I slump down on a chair. "Fuck you, Bee!" I cry out ... after few minutes spent in staring at the wall in front of me I decide to just take a long bath and try to forget everything. First I go back to my room to undress but as I'm about to slide my t - shirt off he climbs inside the room making me jump in surprise.
"Go away!" I yell throwing a shoe at him but he quickly avoids it and in disbelief I see it fly away out of the window.
"Sam-" he starts to say but I yell to shut up.
"You left me alone, you bastard!" I scream reaching for the other sneaker ready to throw it at him but he stops me.
"Sam, for me this situation is new," he tries to justify himself but I kick him freeing myself.
"It is for me, also!" I remind him managing to throw the other sneaker that hits the wall.
He grunts something going to grab both my wrists. "Oh, Sam, I slept in my own car - form ... I didn't go anywhere."
"You ... you went to race, eh Bumblebee, leaving me alone!" I yell while trying to free myself.
"I stayed in the garage, Sam."
"No, it's not true, Bee. You left me alone."
"Stop yelling at me!"
"No, you stop screaming, you ugly fucking robot."
"Oh, now ... look at you blaming me for what happened to you."
"You got me pregnant. Yes, it's your fault!"
"You spread your legs for me ... you wanted it. I didn't force you."
"You should have known!"
"No, I wasn't aware of being able to get you pregnant!"
"You stupid robot!"
"You stupid human!"
And then he grunts pushing me on the bed ... making me stumble and land on the mattress ... he pins me there with his heavy body as his hand goes down to tear away my boxers as I try to kick him.
"Leave me alone, Bee!" I yell while my hands are flat against his chest ... trying to push him away from me.
He slaps my thighs. "Open them ... now!"
"Fuck you!" I spit out and he cups my face ... fingers digging into my flesh as he stares at me wildly.
"Open them, now!" he repeats as his other hand is pressed against my thighs trying to spread them ... I whimper closing my eyes as he slides between my legs.
"No!" I cry out as I feel his cock push against my hole ... my hands slaps his chest while trying to push him away.
"It wasn't my fault!" he yells as his arctic eyes are gazing menacing to me.
"Yes, it was," I bark out and he wails while slamming a hand on the mattress near my face.
"What do you want?" he asks despairing. "What do you want, Sam, because I don't know what to do ... how to help you."
And I sigh because in his eyes I can read his distress and agony because he doesn't know what to do ... because he's scared that something will happen to me and he seems to not be able to trust in anyone ... and lately I'm not so easy to handle ... always throwing a tantrum at him ... always pushing him away ... driving him crazy in trying to understand what I want from him.
"I'm sorry," I whisper while caressing his face ... while I stare at him and wonder how deep his love and devotion toward me is ... and still it's like I blame him for what happened ... I frayed his nerves so many times and this is the price that he makes me pay ... almost ... almost there to ... to rape? Rape ... me ... I don't know ... he doesn't know anymore.
"Just ... just take whatever you want ... but ... but don't leave me," I whisper so softly that only his so sophisticate radar can hear.
"You have this power to turn me upside down, Sam ... you eat me alive," he cries out ... letting me see his vulnerability. "I ... I'm ... I'm scared, Sam."
"Once ... once you told me that it only matters to stay together ... that we could make it," I tell him. "Eh, Bee?"
"Stupid words ... I don't know what to do ... I your guardian," he replies and that light ... that light that always shines in his eyes is now fading ... like disappearing ... leaving a shadow.
"Look at me!" I hiss cupping his face. "It was always me and you, Bee ... we ... we surpassed a war ... Decepticons and now ... now we'll make it again!"
He shakes his head whimpering. "Don't try to back away, Bee!" I keep saying. "It's our son and nothing will harm me."
"But what do you know, Sam!" he spits out. "I swore to protect you and look at you. I got you pregnant."
"Stop that, Bee ... stop blaming yourself," I tell him and then I capture his lips ... kissing him.
"Nothing can compare ... when your garden has no walls," I softly whisper. "Don't keep all inside you, Bee."
"Sometimes you are like a misty morning," I sigh as he leans forward for to kiss me again this time taking control over me.
"Nothing can compare ... when you swear your love for me," he says while licking my lips ... his hand goes to rest on my belly ... massaging it.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I'm sorry for having left you last night ... I missed you, Sam."
"So don't ever leave me again," I tell him. "You stupid Camaro!"
He chuckles softly. "Ok."
I sigh leaning against his chest as he embraces me while softly kissing my head. "You know, this morning I saw that red haired boy again," he tells me.
"Uh, really?" I ask while yawning. "He sure fell in love with the Camaro."
Bee nods remaining in silence for a minute then he tells me, "But you know as I walked toward him to ask what he wanted he rushed away."
"Yeah like last time," I murmur while smiling as his large hands rest on my belly ... protectively on our son.
"But ... but then I heard that fucking interference again."