His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight

Chapter Thirteen - Ragnar

The wail of my alarm clock screamed in the dark, beckoning for relief. Hitting the snooze button, I rolled out of bed, the collision with the hardwood floor shocking me to wakefulness, as the adrenaline hit my brain. Better than coffee and a donut for a pick-me-up, and a lot easier on the waistline.

Seth had booked us each our own room for each spot on the tour. A tender mercy, not just because of Varg’s snoring, and Stig’s early-morning meditation. The way things were, we could indulge in our quirks without driving the others crazy.

A fact which boded well for the future of the band. Though, I would argue that if we hadn’t broken up by that point, it wasn’t likely to happen at all. Ten years could be an awfully long time, no matter how much you liked each other at the beginning.

Dressing as to block the autumn chill, I took the stairs from our upper floor accommodations, and out into the early morning. It was the last date of the tour, and we were home. At least what I once thought of as home.

The place where I’d grown up and knew better than anywhere else in the world. Fine credentials for the title, but there was somewhere else that had started to put up a strong challenge. Not only because it was the place I’d spent as much time as in Bergen, but also because Stephanie was there, with our baby, and she was all alone.

Okay, not exactly all alone, but I wasn’t there, but I intended to be as soon as I could.

The streets were familiar, though still seemed like something from a dream. I’d given thought to buying a map when we’d first gotten into town, just to be sure. Happily, it wasn’t needed, everything being roughly where we had left it.

Completing the circuits that I’d planned out the night before, drawing a map on the branded notepad on the desk in my room, I hit the showers before dressing for breakfast.

We’d agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant, making for and easy commute. Not that one would know it from Varg’s distinctly sour expression.

“What’s with grumpy bear?”

“Not much, just an apocalyptic hangover,” Stig said, stirring his coffee.

There were few things stranger than Stig in the morning. Dressed as would be expected given his career, stirring his black coffee exactly thirty-six times. Not thirty-five, or thirty-seven, but thirty-six, every time.

The tinkling of the spoon inside the ceramic mug provided the soundtrack to his ritualistic perusal of the business section, reading glasses perched near the end of his nose.

I suspected most people were surprised when he joined the band, the general agreement being that he could have done pretty much whatever he wanted.

His parents certainly were under the impression that he was going to be a lawyer. It took a while, but they started speaking to him again, particularly after they actually heard us play, and never really gave up hope, still mentioning it in passing whenever there was a family gathering.

The schedule was tight. We were to go straight from breakfast to the initial sound-check. Seth had planned for two just to be sure.

All our gear was already set up but the venue staff. How we’d managed to fly into multiple cities without any of it getting lost or broken by the airline was a miracle to rival water into wine.

When everything was played and done, we were free to do whatever until two hours before the show, when we would do it all again. No one could ever accuse Seth of cutting corners.

Released into the wide world, I made directly for a café that I knew had internet, the hotel too far away to get back to the venture in good time, particularly if my mission was successful. I hadn’t spoken Stephanie since our sex Skype session earlier that week, much to my shame.

To be fair, it was mostly due to a really tight scheduling combined with a lack of domestic phone service, my American-based account not nearly enough to cover that kind of roaming. Were it up to me, we would have been back months ago. Then again, I would never have had the clout to book such an impressive tour either.

The moment had come. It was time for our sojourn to come to an end with a final show in our hometown.

The turn-out was surprising massive considering they were mostly people who had known us since we were in diapers. It really should have been perfect, and would have been, were it not for one small but all important factor. An absence that made the world seem like it was slightly off-kilter.

It was like a vibration. A subtle wave, rippling through the air, quite apart from the blowback from my sticks. The song came to an end, allowing me the opportunity, to scan the crowd, certain there was a familiar smell, apart from the sweat and beer.

We were nearing the end of “The Northward Wind,” an appropriate sentimental song about returning home after a long journey away, as well as the finale, when I saw her.

She was front row left, flanked by bouncers to keep her from getting moshed. No doubt she told them who she was there to see. Moving as though by forces unknown, I went to the lip of the stage, as Varg and Stig basked in the adoration of the hometown crowd.

With the help of the bouncers, I got Stephanie, replete in a brand-new maternity metal outfit and all, up onto the stage.

“How did you get here?”

“Seth,” she explained succinctly with a laugh, “Have you ever flown First Class before?”

“Yes, actually.”

Seth had sent us off on every flight we had to take in style, which could help explain how issue-free the tour had been.

There was no way to explain it. A scientist would probably laugh had I tried. Still, the fact remained, I’d thought to bring one of the rings I’d bought off the Asgard site on tour with me.

A beautiful example of white silver, and blue sapphires, at first, I thought it was a sort of good luck charm. Only when I had the woman whom I was put on earth to love in front of me in that Bergman club did I truly understand.

“Stephanie,” I said. “I’m so glad you’re here. I have something I need to ask you.”

Getting down on one knee, I slid the small black box from my pocket, taking her hand in the same moment. Stephanie must have had a similar source of insight, the tears already rolling down her cheeks.

“Will you marry me?” I asked, never one for flowery speeches.

“Yes, of course, yes.”

Sliding the ring onto her finger, I rose like the phoenix to a new dawn, I took her face gently in both hands and kissed her for the first time. Or at least what felt like it.

“Where are you staying?” I asked, when finally needed to take a breath.

“Where you are, I hoped.”

“Of course.”

I had no memory of the trip back to the hotel. Thanks to Seth it was walking distance, so I could leave the van with Stig and Varg, after making Stig swear on his mother’s life that he would drive.

He wasn’t a tea-totaller, but was sensible enough not to drink and drive. More than could necessarily be said for Varg.

Stephanie and I kissed passionately in the elevator, my hands finding their way to her ass, and hers to my cock, pressed up against the inside of my jeans yearning to break free. A liberation my sweet fiancée was more than happy to grant as soon as we were in my room, actually making to the bed that time.

Our clothes mostly still on, Stephanie swirled her tongue around the head of my cock in light, gentle circles, making me moan in pleasure. A sound which only led her taking the entire head into her warm little mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

Focusing on my head for a while, she moved in, working her way further down my shaft until she was swallowing nearly half my cock, not seeming to mind at all. She really had mastered her gag reflex since our first encounter after the wedding, my sweet Stephanie keeping her eyes on me all the time.

Giving into temptation, I reach down and stroked her face as she sucked, Stephanie closing her eyes as she hummed contentedly, pressing her cheek against my palm.

She was unstoppable, sucking and licking ferociously until, she had brought every last drop of thick, hot cum from my balls, swallowing it all down, apparently in one mighty gulp.

“Sorry, I just needed to,” she said, wiping her lips.

“No complaints here, honey,” I chuckled.

Crawling up to face level, Stephanie kissed me, putting her leg over so she was half straddling me. A position I used to more easily undress her. Stephanie’s arms instantly went to her belly.

“Honey, it’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

She slowly moved her arms and let me take in the sight of her, swollen with my child. A surge of love overwhelmed me, and I kissed her tenderly.

I pulled the covers over us, and we snuggled until the night moved in, jetlag and general exhaustion taking over.