Hotel Key

Chapter 15

"What is all this shit?," Daryl asked, peering into the open container on her bed. RickyJo laughed and reached over, pulling the bin closer to her. She pawed through the items with a casual shrug. This box was in the back of her closet. The stuff in it was mostly junk. The toys she really liked, she kept in her bedside stand. But since Daryl was already looking ready to flee the room at even the sight of a few low quality vibrators, she decided to keep that information to herself for now.

"Mostly vibrators and butt plugs," she said, pulling one of the smaller items out and holding it up for his inspection. He wrinkled up his nose like he was smelling something bad. RickyJo laughed. "I was dating a woman for over three years," she said, "...how do you think two women have sex?"

"I dunno," Daryl admitted. He wasn't sure exactly what he thought they did. He supposed he thought they just made out and felt each other up a little or something. "Y'all fucked each other with fake dicks?," he asked. It seemed stupid to him. If they wanted dick, why not just sleep with a man?

"Sometimes…," RickyJo admitted with a giggle. She tossed the vibrator back into the bin, pulling out one of the plugs and offering Daryl a devilish grin. "Wanna try?," she teased. Daryl took a step back, looking absolutely mortified. And she would bet good money that he was clenching his ass cheeks together. "I meant on me," she added, nearly collapsing into a fit of laughter.

"Stop being disgustin'," Daryl told her, trying not to start laughing along with her, "...put that shit away and lets get this room put together." He knew he didn't want any of her gross plastic dongs anywhere near his body. Sticking them in her was something he hadn't considered before. And at the moment, he didn't want to consider it. He just wanted to get the bed cleaned off or they weren't going to have anywhere to sleep later, let alone fuck.

"Okay, okay," RickyJo said, holding her hands up in mock defeat once she finally gained control over her laughter. She put the lid back on the bin and put the bin up on a high shelf in her closet. When she came back out, she wrapped her arms around Daryl, kissing along his jawline. "I love you so much," she gushed. Daryl smiled when he pressed his lips to hers.

"I love ya too," he said. Then he wriggled out of her grip and turned her towards the giant mess she made on the bed, giving her a hard slap on the ass. "Now get movin'," RickyJo squeaked and giggled some more. But thankfully she kept going towards the bed, gathering up some of the clothes and junk she tossed there earlier. She heaved the whole mess into her closest on the floor, clearly deciding that she was going to deal with it later. Or maybe never. Daryl didn't really care as long as it was off the bed. He grabbed the rest of the pile and hurled it into her closet with the rest of the stuff she already tossed there.

"Lemme clean out a bathroom drawer for ya," she offered, heading into the bathroom. His toothbrush was already on the counter, sitting in the same little cup that hers was in. Seeing it there made her smile. RickyJo pulled open her top cabinet drawer, pulling everything out of it and setting it on the countertop.

"I don't need a whole drawer," Daryl hollered from the bedroom, "I only have my shaving stuff." He was expecting a response, but was met with nothing but silence from the bathroom. He turned from his closet and headed towards the open bathroom door. He paused in the doorway. RickyJo was sitting on the edge of the counter, staring down at a box of tampons with an intense look of concentration on her face.

"I don't wanna try those either," Daryl joked. But RickyJo didn't laugh. She just looked up at him like she was surprised to see him standing there. "What's the matter?," he asked. She held a finger up, indicating that she wanted him to give her a minute. Then she wiggled her fingers like she was adding something up in her head.

"I think my period is late…," she said. She knew the last time she had her period was when she was still hiding out at the cabin by herself. She remembered it distinctly because the cabin didn't have a shower and having her period there was just one gross pain in the ass mess. And she stayed there another week or maybe two after that. She got home two weeks before her and Daryl got engaged. And that was a little over a week ago. "...My period is definitely late," she added with more certainty. Not only was her period late, but she felt weird too. Like her sense of smell and taste were heightened. Not in the bad way that most pregnant women described. Like where the smell of stuff made them sick. But more like the opposite of that. Everything smelled and tasted amazing.

"Oh shit," Daryl exclaimed. "What should we do?"

"I don't know," RickyJo admitted. "I guess I should take a pregnancy test. They probably sell them at that little drugstore a couple blocks down." RickyJo tossed the box of tampons back into the drawer, hopping down off the counter and taking a step towards the door.

"Wait," Daryl said, gesturing for her to stay put. "I can go down there and get the test. You just stay here and relax." RickyJo snorted out a laugh. The last thing she was going to be doing while she waited for Daryl to bring her back a pregnancy test from the store was relaxing. But she could tell he was desperate to feel like he was doing something to help her. So she just smiled and nodded, making sure to thank him for being so thoughtful. RickyJo waited until Daryl tore ass out of the apartment before she broke down laughing.

The drug store was about a fifteen minute walk one way. So RickyJo almost jumped right out of her skin when Daryl came barreling back into their apartment only twenty five minutes later with a heavy looking plastic bag in his hands. He dumped the contents onto the kitchen counter, revealing just about every type of pregnancy test known to man. There was the kind that showed one or two lines. The ones that turned a different color. And even an electronic one that would flash the word pregnant on the screen.

"I'm not sure I can pee that much," she said, staring at the impressive pile of small white boxes. Daryl rooted through the pile, pulling out the item he was searching for and handing it over to her.

"This one says ninety nine percent accurate," he announced. RickyJo shrugged and ripped open the plastic shrink wrap, pulling the test out of the box, It was the type that showed a plus sign if it was positive. Which seemed simple enough to understand. She headed for the bathroom, nearly knocking Daryl over when she turned to shut the door.

"I don't think I need help to pee," she said. RickyJo was about to shove him out the door and shut it. But he looked so sad at the idea of not watching her pee on the stupid plastic stick. "Fine," she said, "...you can come in with me."

Daryl boosted himself up on the counter and sat down. RickyJo wiggled out of her shorts and at on the toilet, sticking the test between her legs. When she felt like the thing had to be wet enough she pulled it back out and snapped the cap on, looking around for somewhere to set it so she could pull her pants up. Daryl leaped off the counter and snatched it up, not seeming to care that he was probably getting pee on his hands. RickyJo pulled her pants up and washed her hands.

"What does it say?," she asked. Daryl was staring at the little plastic stick with such intensity, she started to get concerned. "What does it say?," she asked again.

"It don't say nothing," Daryl said, "...there's a line in one box and a plus sign in the other. What does a plus sign mean?" He glanced at RickyJo, noticing her face was lit up in a beautiful smile.

"It means we're about to have a baby," she told him. Daryl's eyes widened in shock. But that only lasted a moment before he was lifting her up into his arms. He nearly squeezed the life out of her. And then they were kissing like crazy. She tangled her hands up into his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. When he got to the bed he set her down on her feet. RickyJo reached for the hem of his shirt. But he caught her hands before she could pull it off over his head.

"Ya don't think it'll hurt the baby, do ya?," he asked. RickyJo smiled and shook her head. Daryl seemed to have forgotten all the sex Jessica had when she was pregnant. And it never did her or Desiree any harm.

"If it doesn't hurt me, then it won't hurt the baby," she assured him, reaching for his shirt again. Once she rid him of it and stripped her own top off, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, Daryl forgot his worries about hurting RickyJo or the small life inside her.