Sorry, it has been a few weeks. This story is spinning around in my head, but can't write it all down now. Here is a bit to tide you over. I expect about 4-5 chapters more after this. Let me know what you think.
Bobby Meets His Match –Chapter 32
As soon as the little metal door on the carrier opened, the large piece of gray fluff immediately scrambled out and into the strange surroundings of Bobby's apartment. Bobby tried to hide his wince as the grey cat immediately jumped up on the bed and plopped itself down on the dark blue quilt. Fuck! A cat meant fucking cat hair-everywhere, it was already on his black pants. He fucking hated his pants being dirty, but he resisted the urge to brush the fur off his pants and shove the cat off the bed. The sigh of relief and slight smile on Cathy's face was worth the fucking cat hair everywhere. She had been insistent that if she was going to stay at Bobby's place when he was gone, she couldn't leave the cat by itself in her apartment. Lester had even offered to drop by her place and feed it every day, but Cathy had insisted the cat would be lonely. Bobby knew she would worry about the cat if it wasn't here with her. And Bobby would worry about HER if she wasn't somewhere that Ranger and the guys could keep an eye on her while he was gone.
Ranger had tried to hide his smirk when Bobby asked for permission to bring the cat into the petless environment of the apartment at Rangeman. Lester had teased him mercilessly about now being literally " pussy-whipped." Fuck them both. He didn't care. He wanted Cathy to stay at his place for the two weeks he would be gone, and if that meant her cat stayed there too, then he was going to have to fucking deal with it. He watched her walk over to the bed, and stroke the cat, making its fur fly everywhere. He unpacked the box with the cat food, dish , and fucking litter box- where the hell was he going to put that!
Cathy watched Bobby try not to fume about the cat hair already covering the immaculate quilt on his bed. She knew he didn't really like the cat and he would hate the litter box. She stroked her still flat stomach. They were going to have a baby together, so Bobby was going to have to get used to a little mess. Oh, Bobby probably wouldn't be squeamish about dirty diapers, but he would hate the clutter.
She hadn't wanted to leave her apartment to stay at Bobby's while he was away. She liked her place and her space. But she knew Bobby was worried about her continued morning ( AKA: all day ) sickness, and she knew that if she didn't stay here there would be one of those black trucks everywhere she went. She knew Bobby would feel better if she was somewhere that Lester and Ranger could easily " keep an eye on her" for him. Besides, part of her welcomed the chance to be in Bobby's apartment, with Bobby's things. Who knew what she might be able to discover about him staying in his place while he was gone? His place was nicer than hers, if a bit Spartan, and she knew Ella would make food for her.
Her staying in his place while he was gone seemed so intimate, and permanent, like she was moving in with him. As much as she'd love the idea of waking up next to his hard, warm body every morning, she wasn't sure they were ready for such a big step. There was so much they hadn't even had a chance to talk about- like the baby, and their relationship, not to mention Bobby's therapy. She knew the flashbacks had been getting worse, although he had done everything to hide that from her.
She stopped petting the cat and was surprised to see that Bobby had finished setting up the litter box in his bathroom, washed his hands ( of course- Mr. Cleanliness) and was getting ready to leave. Shit. She already felt her eyes tear up. What the hell was the matter with her? Its not like he was going back to Afghanistan or anything.
Bobby came to her and held her to his chest. The timing was terrible. He hadn't wanted to leave her, but he didn't really have a choice. The course in combat/survival/trauma medicine was only offered every two years, and he had to take it to remain certified in SWAT wilderness/combat medicine. It was a military combat course, but due to the sometimes combat nature of Rangeman injuries, Bobby needed to take it.
"Just what I fucking need, " he thought. Battlefield simulations with blanks and some live rounds to simulate battlefield and wilderness injuries would just make the goddamn flashbacks worse. And he wouldn't be able to lose himself in Cathy's sultry body to keep the demons at bay. Not to mention his worry for Cathy. She still had the damn morning sickness except it was any time of day sickness. He was glad she wouldn't be alone in that shitty apartment, but here where Lester and Ranger could make sure she was ok.
He looked down and saw tears shimmering in her gorgeous green eyes. He reached up and pulled the elastic from her ponytail, and her auburn hair fell around her shoulders, where he liked it to be. " Baby don't cry," he said. " I'm just going to a class, not Afghanistan. I will call you every night if you want."
" I know, " she said, "I'm ok. But I worry about you , too , so be careful." Bobby smiled his beautiful smile at her . " I will, baby, " he promised. He smoothed her hair back from her face. "Why don't you take a few days off work and rest until you get over the morning sickness." Bobby didn't want to fight about his again, not when he wasn't going to see her for almost two weeks. He kissed her to stop her from talking and lost himself in her body.
An hour later, Cathy was lying in bed, her body still tingling from Bobby's thorough mouth. She watched him, now fully dressed , come over to her side of the bed and lean over her, his arm muscles bulging. " I'm still tingling," she told him, and he smiled smugly. " I want to keep you tingling for the next two weeks. Gotta go now, baby. I love you " He kissed her again, long and hard, clearly not wanting to leave her. Then, he tore his lips from hers and trailed them down her torso to her abdomen, caressing it gently. His gorgeous chocolate eyes kept contact with hers as he kissed her abdomen and whispered, " hey, little one, go easy on your mom." Then, she watched his incredibly sexy ass as he walked out the door, and she snuggled deeper into his bed.