Bobby Meets His Match – Chapter 30

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In the dream, soft, warm lips were pressed against hers, covering hers, and a large, strong gentle, thumb stroked her neck, then stroked her face. She sighed lightly, and the warm hand started to make its way down to caress her breasts through the t-shirt she was wearing. The sensation made her tingle. She sighed again, more deeply, and lost herself in the warm lips, which were once again pressed against hers. The hand left her neck and made its way across her collarbone, down to the the valley between her breasts, then the hand covered her breasts. She moaned and heard a deep rumble. The gentle sensations sent tingles through her, and she suddenly opened her eyes, to discover she was in Bobby's bed, cuddled tightly against his warm, muscular body, her head on his chest, and his lips covering hers, kissing her awake. When he saw her eyes were open, he pulled back, and his gorgeous face split into a sheepish grin. " 'm sorry , baby, "he whispered. " I didn't mean to wake you. It just feels like so long since I have touched you, I couldn't resist." He kissed her softly again, as if he couldn't bear not to be touching her.

Bobby's arms were holding her tightly as if she were his teddy bear. The warmth of his fingers stroking her breasts penetrated through his t-shirt, which was huge on her. She didn't remember putting it on, she'd been so tired last night. Bobby must have undressed her and put it on her after she fell asleep. She felt herself and realized he'd left her panties on, probably so he could resist temptation. Her left arm was encased in a deflated blood pressure cuff, proof that Bobby must have spent much of the night monitoring her. She felt so cherished in his arms, she didn't want to even think of the issues that had brought her back to his bed, his child probably growing inside her, she just sighed and snuggled her head back on his strong , warm, chest, and, with his hand gently stroking her, she fell back to sleep.

When she awoke again, she was alone in bed. Bobby had wrapped the blankets around her tightly, and the cuff was gone from her arm. Bobby had left a note for her, propped up next to a bottle of water on the nightstand. She opened it and saw Bobby had written in block letters. CALL ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP. She called him and he must have known it was her.

Bobby was staking out Ralph Morrisy's house with Lester. When his phone vibrated at 9:30 and he knew it had to be Cathy. " Good morning, baby," he answered. How are you feeling?" he asked, ever the medic. Lester shot him a 'you are so fucking whipped" look.

"Much better," she told him after a pause, and he wondered if she really was, or if she was like Steph, who pretended a lot. He wished he could see Cathy's eyes. He could always tell the truth by looking into her beautiful shiny green eyes.

"I had someone bring some clothes for you in the duffle bag by the bed. Press #3 on the phone and Ella will bring you toast and fruit for your stomach." He laughed at her groan.

"what? No bacon and eggs, "she teased.

"If you do ok with the toast, I am sure Ella will be thrilled to make you bacon and eggs. " Lester was now smirking at him.

"Make sure you drink a lot of water, today, so you don't get dehydrated, even if your stomach is still upset. You should rest a lot today."

"Stephanie is going to come down to day and she is going to help me with some stuff," she told him, making him wince. He was glad Steph liked Cathy, but he didn't really want them hanging out a lot together, ganging up on him about that therapy shit. He knew that right now, Cathy was happy to be with him because she had missed him, but that therapy demon would rear its ugly head again.

Lester smacked his arm to get his attention and pointed to Ralph Morrisey leaving his house.

" I gotta go , baby. I'll call you later. Take it easy today. I love you," he said, and hung up.

No sooner had Bobby hung up, then she had to run to his bathroom to vomit. Holy shit! This was getting old fast- and how many more months of this? After she drank another Ginger Ale that Bobby had thoughtfully left for her, she managed to keep down the toast Ella brought, and took a long shower. She relaxed in the warm spray, and for the first time since she had realized she was probably pregnant, she allowed herself to really think about it. What the hell was she going to do? She couldn't raise a child? She could barely care for herself and her cat. And what about Bobby, he was a single guy. He loved her, yes, but he'd never said anything about a marriage, or having kids. What if he didn't want kids? Bobby was a sweet and honorable guy, and he'd probably marry her if she was pregnant, but would he be doing it because he wanted to, or out of obligation? And what about his issues with his dreams,that were now apparently flashbacks? Could he be a good father to a child if he wasn't whole himself? Despite being in Bobby 's shower after having spent the night in his loving arms, she felt so alone.

She had just finished pulling back her hair when there was a knock at the door. She opened it and Stephanie bounded in. "Hey, you look better," she said. "How did it go with Bobby last night? Did you tell him?"Steph handed Cathy a cup of coffee. Cathy smiled, remembering the night with Bobby. "No, he was still in medic mode with me most of the night, and after that, well, he wasn't in talking mode." Steph giggled, imagining that if Bobby was anything like Ranger was in bed…

Cathy giggled too,then quickly broke into a sob. " Steph, what am I going to do? " Steph hugged her and said, " Ok, before you get upset, let's find out for sure. Lets run to the drugstore and then your apartment. " Cathy had been at Rangeman before, but she had never noticed all the cameras everywhere, even in the elevator. She wasn't sure she wanted people spying on what she did every minute. Steph noticed her staring at the elevator camera, then looked at it, waved, and stuck out her tongue at it. " whoever is in the control room will get a laugh at that. But, yeah, it takes some getting used to.

The elevator door dinged open on 5, and Cathy hesitantly followed Steph across the room filled with cubbies with HUGE men, a couple of whom she recognized from her last visit here. Several dark pairs of eyes glanced up at her with curiosity, then quickly back down at their computers again. Steph stopped and knocked on an office door, entering when she heard a man's deep voice. Cathy recognized the dark haired man right away- it was Bobby's boss- Ranger.

" Babe," he smiled at Steph and kissed her. Damn. Cathy sighed. Ranger was an amazing , sexy, man, almost as sexy as Bobby. Ranger turned his handsome smile on Cathy, his eyes roaming her speculatively. He gave her a small hug, sensing her awkwardness. " I knew you were feeling better, or Bobby wouldn't have left your side for his shift this morning, but its good to see you looking so well."

" Ranger, Cathy and I have some errands to run, and I know Bobby would kill me if I took her off somewhere in my latest POS car. Is it ok if we take one of yours?" Cathy saw Ranger exchange a look with the other man in the room, a GIANT of a black bald man that Cathy hadn't met. " Babe, are you sure that is a good idea? Cathy is recovering from the flu and Bobby wanted her to rest today."

Steph looked Ranger in the eye and grinned. " that's why I am taking her. She had a lot to do today, and I figured it would be better if I could help her." Cathy heard the office door open again, and two of the huge, muscular, heavily armed men came into the room. Cathy thought she recognized the really large, solid one as the guy who brought her coffee last time she was here- she thought his name was Hank, or maybe Hal. Steph narrowed her eyes at Ranger. " No, the guys are not coming with us. " What? Ranger wanted armed guys to follow them? They were just going to the store. Steph broke the eye contact with Ranger and he handed her the keys. "

" Fine. No guys. But Bobby will have a fit if you don't take a panic button, just in case." Steph rolled her eyes, and took the small fob and put it into her purse. She glared at Ranger until he gave the two other guys the order to stand down.

" Do you always have to take bodyguards and panic buttons with you?" Cathy asked, momentarily distracted from her concerns to be floored by the level of security. Steph laughed. " Well, you already know that Ranger and the guys, especially Bobby, are ultra-protective. You should be used to that with Bobby by now. The car Ranger gives me to drive has a GPS tracker on it, and most of the time, I have a tracker on me. I used to think it was annoying, sometimes I still do. But it has saved me in some tight spots before so now I mostly grin and bear it."

Then she put her mouth close to Cathy's ear, blocked it with her hand so the camera wouldn't see and said, " and if you think Bobby is overprotective NOW, wait till he finds out about the baby. " They got into, holy shit, a black Porsche, and Steph buzzed out of the garage.

"Dude," Lester glanced at Bobby, who was driving the huge SUV with the skip cuffed to the floor in the back. " so, how's Cathy?," he asked, trying to pry information from his friend. Bobby seemed like he was in a better mood, but he never was a big " fuck and tell " sort.

Bobby glanced at him, and replied, ever the medic. " She finally stabilized at about 0300. Was hoping she'd rest today, but…" his eyes glanced at the phone. Lester was just about to press to see if his normally intelligent friend had finally figured out that the love of his life was pregnant…

Bobby looked at Les and narrowed his eyes behind the dark glasses. " How exactly did you manage to " run into her? Not like you hang out at the same places." Shit. What the hell? Was Les supposed to admit that he had sought her out to convince her to take Bobby back? Fuck no.

" I was trailing her, you know, to keep an eye on her until you two got your shit back together," Les lied. Les was an awesome liar and Bobby was almost as good at it, so Les made sure not to look at him while he lied. " And she was outside by her car when she fainted. I figured you'd rather take care of her than the ER." Bobby just nodded, " thanks man."

Lester waited a minute, then three… "so, did you two um, talk?" Lester doubted Bobby would be so calm if he knew about the baby.

Bobby glanced at him. " No, but I know she is going to bring up the damn therapy thing again. She isn't going to let it go." Lester grunted at that. The words " let it go" were not in any woman's frame of mind. He knew that Cathy was not going to let Bobby off the hook for therapy, especially if she knew she was pregnant.

Bobby's cell beeped, indicating he'd gotten a text. He pulled it out and sighed. Ranger was letting him know that Cathy and Steph had gone out together. What the hell? Cathy should be taking it easy, not running all over with Steph. He did NOT need the two of them ganging up on him.

Ok, so he knew he was being overprotective, but she was sick. He had fought the urge to call her at midmorning to see how she was feeling. Steph said that sometimes the guys smothered her, and he didn't want to "smother" Cathy. He didn't want to give her anything else to be upset with him about.

Cathy caught sight of a black SUV out of the corner of her eye as she unlocked the three deadbolts Bobby had put on her apartment door. Apparently, Ranger had sent the bodyguard guys to follow them after all. Stephanie seemed pissed, but part of Cathy actually felt loved and protected, and reassured. Like she wasn't alone anymore.

Before the door even opened, she heard a " meowre" and she was jumped by her hungry cat Cinder. Her dish was empty and Cathy wondered how she would be any kind of good mother if she couldn't even care for her cat. She petted Cinder while Steph got the cat's food and water dishes filled. It occurred to her that she didn't even know if Bobby liked her cat, let alone if he wanted a child.

After a few minutes, Steph handed her the small bag from CVS. " Ok, you can't put this off any longer", Steph said. "Its time to find out for sure." Cathy took the small box out of the bag and headed to the bathroom.

Cathy stared at the little round window on the plastic strip, knowing that in three minutes she would know the fate of the rest of her life. Three minutes was too long to wait. Three whole minutes. What the hell would she do with a baby? She could barely take care of herself? And then there was Bobby. They had not talked about kids. What about his therapy? Would a guy who carried three guns everywhere even want a kid? She stared down at the little window, which was just starting to fill up with color. It was too soon to see if it was a + or a – sign. An image of Bobby, a tiny baby resting on his massive biceps made her smile. He would probably make a great dad. But she would be a shitty mom. The second hand on her watch hit the 12 for the third time and she took a deep breath and looked down at the tiny window. She thought she might faint again when she saw that tiny + sign. Oh, shit, she thought. Here we go.

Bobby opened the door to her apartment, and guided her inside with a hand on the back of that silky soft green dress. She looked so gorgeous, the deep green set off her shiny auburn hair and made her eyes shimmer and sparkle. The skirt wasn't overly short, but it showed off her amazing legs, and the slight v of the neckline just barely gave a hint of the treasure it covered. It was so soft and silky, he had spent all evening just wanting to touch it- and her. They had been having dinner in a new restaurant, so he had to limit himself to letting his eyes, instead of his lips trace that v neckline down the valley between her breasts. He had spent most of the drive home just thinking about getting it off of her.

She seemed to enjoy the restaurant , except she hadn't eaten much and was unusually quiet, both of which were bad signs with women. He'd asked her twice if she was ok, and twice she had said she was "fine." Bobby was not exactly an expert on women, but even he knew that when a woman said she was " fine" it meant " I am definitely not fine, but I am going to make you figure out what the problem is instead of just telling you."

She still might not be feeling well. After all, she was pale and quiet and ate very little at the restaurant.

" I never asked you if you like my cat," she blurted out as he sat next to her on the couch.

What the fuck? Where the hell had that come from? He had barely noticed her cat.

" Sure. I like your cat fine." Bobby said, wondering what the hell was going on. He didn't want to talk about her damn cat.

She pushed him back so that his back was against the couch, and straddled his lap. Thank God the weirdness was over, and Bobby could finally get the dress off her.

He leaned his head up and kissed her softly, parting her lips under his. She kissed him back, and he was about to lose himself to her kisses, except…

" Baby, are you sure you are up to this tonight?" he pulled back from her lips and his beautiful chocolate eyes searched her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. " I mean, you are still pale and you didn't eat much for dinner. Is your stomach still upset?"

He was surprised when her lips curved into a hesitant smile. She gently pushed his torso back against the cushions, and grabbed his hand that had been on her cheek. He let her take his hand and kiss it.

" Well, actually, I am feeling a little tired, and my stomach is still a little unsettled, " she said, taking his hand and putting it on her chest. She pulled his hand down, over her breast, shivering as it grazed her nipple, then pulled his hand down to cover her abdomen. His fingers moved gently, stroking her.

" But it's ok. " She covered her hand with his and pressed gently, his spread fingers covering almost her entire abdomen. She held his hand firmly against her, and her eyes met his.

" Its because you are going to be a daddy."

Bobby felt his whole body go completely still, he might have even stopped breathing.

" What did you say?"