The Big Guy Chapter 19 cal

The Big Guy
Chapter 19

Paul and I were wandering when we came across a shooting contest. He laughed and told the vendor, “Just give him the prize now. He hit a cherry tomato at eighty yards on the first try.” I took the pistol grip and checked the laser on one of the booth’s drapes.

“It’s realistic,” the vendor told us.

“Does the shot drop the way a bullet does,” I asked.

“Um…no, but that’s the only difference. I can simulate shooting at any distance and make the target as big and small as possible. It’s a great way to practice shooting.”

“Put the targets at 100 yards and make them apples. Can you do that?”

“I can, and it will only take a few keystrokes.” I gave Paul a wry smile when he told me to take ten tries. Taking the pistol, which, unlike mine, was as light as a feather, in both hands, I aimed, exhaled, and pulled the trigger.

Ten seconds later, I had hit all ten targets, excellent the vendor.

“That’s the best so far. If you check back with me on Thursday afternoon, I’ll let you know how you did.”

“What’s the prize?”

“First place is a new special edition .30-.30 lever action carbine from Winchester. It’s a beautiful rifle. I saw it before I left the showroom.” He took my name and position from the card on my lanyard, and I gave him the P.D. phone number and address even though I thought there would be plenty of chiefs who could match my shots. After thanking him, Paul and I continued to meander through the crowds. I did pick up a few giveaway items like coasters, solar-powered calculators, pens, Post-It Notes, and key rings. They all went into a canvas bag I’d picked up at another booth.

There was one booth where I could have put for a new golf driver, but it was a sport I’d never found all that interesting, so I stood by while Paul tried his best, which unfortunately wasn’t very good. We did get a few good laughs out of the experience.

I did return to the shooting booth on Thursday afternoon shortly before taking a cab to the airport with Lucy and Max. The vendor representative recognized me immediately and congratulated me on my victory. I thanked him even though the last thing I needed was another rifle. I already had four in my gun safe. It was an impressive rifle when I received it. A solid brass plaque was built into the stock with my name, the name of the conference, and the words “Presented by Five Star Ballistic Vests, Inc., and Las Vegas, 2019 neatly engraved into the metal. I bought a horizontal wall mount for my office in our headquarters and hung it behind my desk. Of course, I had to take a ration of grief from Daryl, but it was still my trophy.

Chief of Police is an administrative job that involves entirely too much paper. Some days, I must have signed my name two hundred times. Thank God I had Lucy to help with my stress. Unfortunately, she had a difficult pregnancy—experiencing morning sickness almost every day during her second trimester. I told her this was it—no more kids. I hated seeing her suffer so much, but she laughed it off. “This is an annoyance, but Dr. Murphy says I’m healthy and will pass eventually. Matt, my love, this is a minimal price to pay to have a family. I’m okay.” Then she pulled me to her, whispering, “Kiss me, Matt. Kiss me, then take me upstairs and fuck the shit out of me.”

I looked at her, and my face must have said a lot because she laughed as she replied. “I have heard language like that many times, you know. I even use the word ‘cunt’ now and then, and I think this is one of those times when it’s appropriate. “Carry me upstairs and fuck the living shit out of my cunt. I could not possibly need a good fucking more than I do right now.” Then she batted her sexy eyes at me, and I knew I was lost before she even whispered, “Please…pretty please!”

I lifted her quickly and with the utmost care as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips nuzzling my neck as I walked her up the stairs to our bedroom, where I placed her gently on the bed. I was removing her loose blouse as I whispered, “Damn, but I love you so much. You’re such a beautiful person.”

“No, I’m not,” she wailed. “I’m fat and ugly.” She was almost in tears when I began to laugh.

“You’re neither fat nor ugly. You’re almost six months pregnant, and as everyone knows, pregnant women have a special glow that makes them even more beautiful than they normally are.” I moved her blouse over her arms, dropping it on the floor, almost on Max’s head. My hands moved next to her bra. It soon followed the blouse to the floor.

“Matt,” she asked, “did you ever watch porn?”

I laughed again, howling this time. “You should already know the answer to that. First, I’m a guy; second, I spent four years in the Navy. Of course, I’ve watched porn—probably not as much as some of the others, but I watched my share; why?”

“I wish my boobs were bigger like some of those porn actresses. They’re too small. I want you to love them.”

I silenced her with a long, sloppy kiss before replying. “Lucy, you will never hear me complain about your breasts. I think they’re beautiful…just like you. You have a slender, narrow frame, and you’d look ridiculous with huge breasts, just like a lot of those porn stars. Plus, a lot of those artificial breasts look as phony as hell. You’ll never hear me complain about yours. They look perfect on you, and I do love them.” I leaned forward to kiss her again, and then I suckled at each nipple.

“You are such a terrible liar, but I love that you said that.”

I tried to look as serious as possible when I responded, “I stand by my comment.”

Lucy smiled as she moved up to kiss me again and told me, “I want the top.” I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. I watched closely as Lucy gripped my cock tightly as she rubbed it up and down her slit several times before rising to place the head at her entrance. The rapture she was experiencing glowed from her face as my organ slid slowly into her womanly core. “I just love the way my cunt feels when you enter me, Matt.

My whole body tingles with excitement.” She had begun a subtle rocking motion before she finished the sentence. From then on, she did nothing but grunt and groan as she worked up a real sweat riding me.

We were into it for at least ten minutes when I felt Lucy’s body shudder. It was only a small one because Lucy never missed a beat, moving in perfect rhythm with me. The bedroom was excellent, but Lucy was working my cock so hard that she was sweating profusely, her salty perspiration pooling on my abdomen. My wife’s face showed her concentration and her ecstasy as she moved forward toward her second orgasm. History of making love with Lucy told me that she was getting close. Her hips squirmed and rotated on my organ, and her eyes closed automatically as her cunt took control of her body.

Suddenly, she stopped mid-thrust before exploding, her back arching farther than I would have thought possible as massive spasms coursed through her body. Her movements alone were more than enough to push me over the edge and into the abyss that saw me shooting seven times into Lucy’s body. I was a hot, sweaty mess when we came to rest, and Lucy was no better. “Now, that’s the kind of fucking I needed. Thank you, Matt—it was exactly what I needed. I’m a mess, but I love you even more for giving it to me.”

“I don’t think I’m better off than you are, my love. Should we take a shower before we go to sleep?”

“I don’t think I could walk that far. Can you pull the blanket up?” I did, and we went to sleep, even as I wondered how sticky we’d be in the morning.

I was dealing with the bane of my existence—paperwork—just after 10:00 one morning when Sandra walked into the office. “It’s Ingrid on the phone, Matt.” I picked up immediately. Ingrid never phoned me, and I doubted she would unless there was an emergency.

“Ingrid! What’s up? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, but Miss Lucille is going into labor. Mrs. Bascomb is here with her, and we have already phoned Dr. Murphy. You must come home, but don’t rush because she’s many hours away from delivering.”

“I don’t understand,” I said. “She’s not due for another month.”

“Tell that to your daughter,” Ingrid said as she laughed. I dropped everything and rushed out the door with Max at my heels. I couldn’t help myself as I sped down Main Street to Bascomb Lane, the private road where we lived. I skidded into our driveway and was out the door seconds later. Max ran into the garage ahead of me and up the stairs to Lucy’s side, pushing his muzzle into her swollen belly. Lucy reached around her belly to pet Max as his head rested lightly on her thigh as I reached the living room. Lucy was seated at one end of the couch, Marylou was at the other, and Ingrid stood behind one of the chairs where Lucy’s overnight bag rested.

Walking over to Lucy, I bent to kiss her, even as I asked, “Isn’t anyone concerned about getting to the hospital? Do we need to rush?”

Lucy pulled me down again for another kiss, this one even sweeter than the last, before replying. “Yes, darling, we need to get to the hospital, but there’s no rush. My contractions are about twenty minutes apart, so Dr. Murphy says delivery won’t be for many hours yet.”

“Yeah…okay, but you’re not due for another month.”

“Take my word for it, Matt. That’s just an estimate, and if what I hear about the two of you making love is true, that estimate could easily be a month off.”

I looked at Lucy as she shook her head. “I never said a word.”

“No, Matt—Jonathan and I can hear Lucy screaming most nights. I’ve told Jonathan I’m jealous, and he’d better step up to the plate…or else!”

We were all laughing when Daryl rushed in. “Daryl’s here to take charge of Max,” I told the women. “There’ll be a huge problem with him if Lucy and I are at the hospital all night.” I put Max out to do his business while Daryl grabbed his bowls and food. I hot-footed it to the bedroom, returning with his bed in case Max had to spend the night with Daryl and Jasmine. I helped Daryl get Max into his patrol car, telling him to obey Daryl. I knew he would. Daryl left a few seconds later after wishing Lucy and me good luck and asking me to call when I had some news.

I helped Lucy into the SUV as Marylou climbed into the rear seat. Fifteen minutes later, I stopped at the Bascomb County Hospital’s Emergency Room entrance. They were ready for us—a benefit of having a police radio in my vehicle. I went in with Lucy while Marylou found a place to park.

Another benefit was that I’d never get a ticket for illegal parking. Marylou rejoined us in the room, and a few minutes later, Jonathan walked through the door. They stayed with us until the nurse shooed them to the waiting room and put me into a gown, hair net, and booties. I looked silly, dressed like a fairy carrying a .44 Magnum.

“If those were white,” Lucy laughed, “you’d look just like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.”

I couldn’t think of a witty retort, so I leaned in for another kiss, something I’d never tire of. I sat in a chair and held Lucy’s hand while we waited for Dr. Murphy to check Lucy’s progress. The waiting was interminable—even worse than any of the stakeouts I’d been on, and some of them were so long that I’d had to piss into a coffee cup several times to maintain continuous surveillance.

Finally, around 5:00 p.m., Lucy’s water broke. She told me to grab some dinner—not in the cafeteria--while the nurses efficiently cleaned up the mess and notified Dr. Murphy—all within five minutes. I guessed then that it was the same as shooting—concentration and practice. After kissing Lucy again and taking her order for a large ginger ale with lots of ice, I reluctantly left to see if Jonathan and Marylou wanted to join me. They did, and we opted for barbecue; it would be quick, and we could sit on the pleasant patio outside the restaurant.

They ordered pulled pork, and I felt like a brisket. We ate quickly but enjoyed a delicious meal. Our waitress brought a large cup of icy ginger ale and a refill of my unsweet tea as she wished us the best. I realized then that the entire city knew that Lucy was in labor. I wondered then if everyone knew how she screamed during orgasm. I wouldn’t be surprised.

I walked into Lucy’s room with Dr. Murphy. After a brief examination, she closed the door and spoke quietly.

“Lucille, you’re dilated, but not enough. Do you remember that we discussed this possibility during one of your visits?” I recalled that conversation. Lucy would have to deliver by C-section. That meant general anesthesia, which could be dangerous, but it also meant that my wife would be spared the physical ordeal of giving birth.

I signed the permission form for the surgical procedure, and ten minutes later, a surgical nurse arrived to wheel Lucy down the corridor. I left then to speak with her parents.

I’m not much for praying, but—I swear to God—I prayed for Lucy and our daughter for hours. My mood was somber until Marylou came over to sit next to me and hug me. “She’ll be okay, Matt. Lucille has always been much stronger than she seems to be, and she has the best doctors in the area.”

“Thanks, Marylou; I appreciate your thoughts, but…I don’t know what I’d do without her.” A tear came as I envisioned a life without my love. Yes, I’d had an active life before Lucy when I was a U.S. Marshal, but it was a lonely one with only Max for companionship and my right hand for sexual release. It was an existence then.

Now, I had a life that was much more worth living.

We were there for over two hours when Dr. Murphy walked in, still in her scrubs. “Interested in seeing your daughter, Matt? She and Lucy are just fine. You should have heard her scream when she took her first breath.”

“Just tell me she looks like Lucy.”

“That, you’ll have to determine on your own. Come on, I’ll show you where they are. Jonathan hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe and shook my hand several times while Marylou hugged and kissed me. Me? I just took several deep breaths and thanked God for my blessings.

Lucy rested her head on her pillow and Melody Ann at her breast. Her name had been the subject of much disagreement until I put my foot down. Melody Ann was the name that Lucy wanted. I told my in-laws and everyone else to “shut up” about it. Case closed.

I couldn’t believe how tiny my daughter was—just six pounds and seven ounces, but—man, what an appetite.

She suckled like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to hold, hug, and kiss my incredible wife. Unfortunately, my in-laws beat me to it. Lucy showed her love in her eyes when she looked up at me, just as I hoped she could see my passion in mine. ‘I can’t tell you how much I love you right now, but it’s even more than I did before. You are the most incredible, the most wonderful.”

“Matt, shut up and kiss me. I already know how much you love me.” Then she looked down at our daughter—a real, live human being we had created through our love for each other. Okay, our lust had a lot to do with it, too.
 
I held my pinkie out to Melody’s hand, and I was surprised by how tightly she gripped it. She finished feeding a few minutes later, and Lucy burped before the nurse took her down the hall to the nursery so she could rest. I kissed her again just as her eyes were closing, and then I ushered Jonathan and Marylou out the door. I said goodbye in the parking lot and then phoned Daryl and Jasmine before placing the call. I wanted to make more than anything.

“Hi, Aunt Nell—I’ve got great news for you.”

“Does that mean I’m a great aunt now?”
“It does. Melody Ann was born about an hour ago by C-section. She and Lucy are doing well.”

“That’s great; would it be okay if we come over the weekend?”

“It sure would, Aunt Nell—Lucy will be thrilled. I have to go now and pick up Max. He’s with Daryl now because I thought the delivery would be later. I’ll talk with you soon.” She ended the call just as I sat in the SUV. A moment later, I was on my way to pick up Max. He was glad to see me, and, as expected, he searched the entire house for Lucy once we were home. I tried to explain but to no avail. He’d have to wait. Lucy would be in the hospital for two days because of the surgery. I hated sleeping by myself. I missed Lucy’s touch and the sensation of her skin against mine.

Two days later, after breakfast at the diner, Max jumped into the back seat while I carefully placed Melody’s car seat behind mine. Max gave me a quizzical look, returning to the other side with his face out the window as I drove to the hospital about twenty minutes away. Only one was in the county, so it made sense to have it centrally located. I parked illegally on the side of the circular main entry, knowing that I wouldn’t be ticketed and that, with luck, I’d only be there twenty minutes at the most.

Lucy had Melody bundled up in her hand-knitted sweater and cap, a gift from her grandmother, and a woolen blanket wrapped around her body. I kissed my wonderful wife, then grabbed her bag as the nurse wheeled my two women toward the door. I walked outside first to get the SUV, then returned to take Melody from her mother. “You’re not going to put that baby in with that beast, are you,” the nurse exclaimed when she saw Max leaning out the window.

“Melody will never be safer than when she’s with Max,” Lucy told her. “He saved me from a lunatic at the diner, and I know he’s saved Matt several times.” She reached up to pet Max, who was understandably excited to see Lucy again. However, his tail would have struck Melody had I not told him to SIT! Max turned to me, noticing the tiny bundle in my hands for the first time. I placed our daughter carefully into the seat, securing the belts before taking her tiny hand into mine, just as I had with Lucy months ago. Max sniffed and then licked before turning his attention to Lucy sitting up front. I ran around the car to help her with the seatbelt and the door. We were on the road toward our home less than a minute later.

Daryl had jokingly offered me a police escort, which I squelched in a second. However, we did pass six patrol cars on the ten-mile drive home. I drove past Jonathan’s Escalade into the garage, where I released Max’s door before helping Lucy into the family room. Max dutifully sat at her feet with his head on her thigh while I returned for Melody, placing her gently onto Lucy’s lap. Max looked into Lucy’s face when she spoke to him.

“Max, this is Melody. We’re counting on you to protect her. She’s helpless now, so she needs you as much as we do…probably more.” I watched silently as she spoke to Max, and it was clear that he understood. He turned to face away from Lucy, and there was no question that he was on guard when he sat. I’d seen him like this dozens of times in the past.

We had plenty of company over the weekend. Daryl and Jasmine were first, beating my in-laws by only a few minutes. I could see Daryl’s future as soon as Jasmine held our daughter. I opened the door thirty minutes later to greet Aunt Nell and Uncle Chuck. We could have had several hundred visitors, but I had said that Lucy needed to rest. I insisted she lie down for a nap both morning and afternoon while I handled the entertainment.

We knew immediately when Melody was waking up. Max was up, running down the stairs to get me, then back up to Melody’s bassinet, which we had placed in our room until she could sleep more than a few hours. I helped Lucy sit up and then brought our frequently screaming daughter to her mother’s breast.

The weekend flew by, and soon, it was Monday morning, and it was time to return to work. Melody had awakened early, so after changing and feeding her, I kissed Lucy and dressed for work. Being in early enabled me to get through much of the accumulated paperwork. Checking the activity reports for each shift over the past week was number one, as it was every day. That was my way of keeping tabs on all the problems the officers had experienced the previous day or now—the last five. I saw a disturbing pattern after checking the first three days.

Turning to my computer, I checked all the problems at The Four Aces—a bar and club at 1111 Highway 234 inside the city’s boundaries. “Too bad,” I thought. Just another hundred yards, the sheriff would have had the problem instead of me. As expected, there was a long history of complaints that had worsened over recent weeks. I was making a few notes when Daryl strolled in. Before asking what I was doing, he passed me a jelly donut and a cup of coffee from the coffee shop down the street.

“Just checking up on The Four Aces.”

“That’s the one. We’ve had seventeen complaints in the past three months alone—brawls, three stabbings, two reports of shots fired, and a couple of drug busts. What a cesspool.” I called Sandra outside the office, asking her to get Martin Albright, the City Attorney, on the phone. Ten minutes later, I had an appointment to see him at 10:30. I learned then what a brilliant man my father-in-law was. Once I had returned, I called Daryl into the office.



To be continued