Fight 3 by M Dauphin Page B

I’ve tried everything I can to get him to remember, even going as far as sucking him off last week with one of the blow jobs he used to love from me. As fun as it was for him, the asshole doesn’t want to touch a pregnant chick apparently.
    Thanks to BOB, I at least went to bed partially satisfied that night.
    ****
    I call the station after my session and officer Dillon answers.
    “What can I do for you, Gwynn?” he asks.
    “I need the next of kin on Eddie’s father.”
    “Sure, hang tight, I’ll just text it to ya in a minute,” he says as I hear him walk across the office and pull open the drawer. “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t ask for this sooner. Looks like he has a sister out there. He know that?”
    “Yes... he most definitely knows it,” I answer dryly.
    He sends me the information and I thank him, then quickly send Eddie a text before starting the car up.
    GWYNN: Hey, gonna be gone for a few days. Be back by the weekend.
    EDDIE: Don’t kill my kid.
    God, he’s such an asshole.
    GWYNN: AT LEAST YOU ARE FUCKING RECOGNIZING IT AS YOUR KID, ASSHOLE!
    EDDIE: OH FUCK OFF.
    Right. I feel the love.
    Grabbing a few necessities from Molly’s house, I ignore the evil stare she is giving me for leaving town, pregnant and alone, but I don’t have a choice. I have to do this for him. For us. If we are ever going to make it, he needs to remember. Because right now, I’m certain he just hates me for ‘trapping’ him.
    ****
    The plane wheels touch down in Florida and I’m jolted awake. The announcement from the Capitan tells us it’s seven pm here and a beautiful 77 degrees. Wonderful, perfect for my fat pregnant ass to sweat my lady-balls off.
    Grabbing my bag from the overhead, I make my way off the plane and towards the doors to find a taxi. Hotel tonight, sleep tonight (right, psh) and tomorrow I find his sister.
    “Hey, lady,” I hear the voice behind me and grab ahold of my stuff tighter. This asshole is about to mess with the wrong pregnant chick. I haven’t hit anything in a while, but his voice makes me think his face will be the perfect target. “Lady, here. Take this.” He says as he shoves a piece of paper at me.
    He walks away so quickly I don’t even see his face. Turning the paper in my hands, I read the words on the front.
    Underground Noise
    MMA at its finest
    89 th & 3 rd
    11 pm
    Glancing at my phone, I realize I have a few hours to check into the hotel before the fight starts. God, I haven’t seen an underground fight since I beat the shit out of Tanya. Realizing I’m eight months pregnant, I try and talk myself out of going, but something keeps pulling me back. I just want to see it, once more. One more underground fight.
    Underground leagues don’t play by the same rules the big league does, hence why I was almost killed by that bitch. The fights are terrible to fight in, but watching them can be thrilling as hell. Deciding to take the chance, I get to the hotel with enough time to check in, grab some food, and head to the address on the paper.
    By the time I get to the fight, the crowd is insane. I almost leave, but I see one of the fighters walking in the crowd and freeze when my eyes land on the trainer walking behind her.
    Mother. Fucking. Mac.
    I grit my teeth, trying to stop myself from screaming for him. Sleazebag. Jesus. If I weren’t pregnant, I’d attack his greasy ass right fucking now.
    Instead, I keep back so he can’t see me. I’m not sure he’d notice me even if he did see me. Of course the tattoos would probably give me away, but my hair has grown so fast with this pregnancy I’ve just let it go, coloring with the safe shit hair color to keep my red. Because I thought Eddie liked it, and I wanted him to have something familiar when he woke up. Great plan, Gwynn. It worked wonders.
    Walking into the room, I get the thrill I used to get when I would see the crowd gathering for the fight. It’s almost eleven, meaning the fight’s about to start. Only one