Silvy Telling Michael the truth wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. He never gave me a look of judgement or pity. He just listened to everything I had to say. Well most of it. The rest is coming and I think that may be the hard part. When he did get mad it wasn’t at me it was at the shitty guys I was with. “ Babe, I have known you have walls up. I knew that the first time I met you. That didn’t make a difference to me. The closer we got the more I had hoped you would feel comfortable enough to share it with me. I feel privileged that you did. Thank you for that. I get the feeling you have more to say so I will keep quiet.” Goof said. I laughed “ You are right. Thank you for listening to the first part. And for being prepared to listen to the rest.” I said. “ I’ll listen to anything you want to tell me.” he said. I wanted to stop and just curl up on his lap the rest of the night. Hell for the rest of my life if he would let me. With all the things he has done for me and now th

Silvy Goof has been acting a little odd since we got up this morning. But I’m not sure in what way. Almost like he is excited and nervous. It is weird to watch. We had breakfast together since it was Saturday and I had the day off. We talked about what we wanted to do today. I wanted to rest at home and Goof said we should go out for lunch. As much as I didn’t want to get off the couch I agreed. I said I wanted to give us a try as far as a relationship was concerned. So as tired as I am I’m going to go. If I told Goof I was tired he would agree to stay home. He would do anything I asked. He always did. But part of being in a relationship was making compromises and it is my turn to make a few. Besides it is just lunch out. It isn’t like he asked me to go to for a long walk, dancing, or major shopping. And he always doing taking me to some of the best food places. I know a few have been suggested by ol’e ladies or some of the brothers but the rest are all Goof’s ideas. I’m always hun

Silvy I didn’t remember falling asleep, so I know I didn’t put myself to bed. Since I was in my room I knew it was Goof that had put me here. It was always Goof. How he can still pick my big ass up amazes me but I figured out a few months ago to stop arguing with him about carrying me. I lose every time. He told me once he likes holding me that's why he carries me. See why I lost the argument. I roll over to see Goof’s side of the bed to see it empty. I place my hand on it and feel it is cold. The question is did he take a nap with me, something he does once and a while or did I sleep alone. I turn back over and grab my phone from the night stand to see what time it is. Only two hours have passed since we left Speed’s house so I’m going to guess he never came to bed. If I take a short nap he will leave me to sleep alone. I thought back to the surprise shower Goof had a hand in. It is good to know he can’t keep a secret worth a shit. Not that he would ever lie to me. Renegades live

Silvy It is my last week of work before I go on maternity leave. And tonight is my last evening shift. I get out of here before ten tonight and I am thrilled. I’m so tired of these nights in the ER. I swear that is when all the crazies come out. My boss told me when I come back from leave I get to go back to working in the ICU. I am beyond happy about that. I was not built for working in the ER. I have serious respect for the nurses that do but they can have it. The number of drug seekers seemed to have increased and it is really bothering me. I have two weeks until my due date and can’t move very fast. If things get violent there is no way I could get out of the way quickly. And we went from having one or two seekers a week to three and four. That is just my shift. There is no telling how many of the seekers the other shifts are getting. With the help of the club and Bradford, there are a few more safety measures in place. For hostile repeat offenders, we discretely take a photo

Silvy Goof didn’t get a chance to say anything because my dad was yanking me out of Goof’s arms into his. Dad patted me all over like he was checking for broken bones. “ Princess, did they hurt you? If there is a scratch on you I will kill them.” my dad said. A typical dad wanting to kill anyone who hurt may have hurt his princess. Normally I would calm him down and tell him I had it handled. This time he can have at it. Those bastards threatened my baby. I want them to feel pain. I don’t get a chance to answer my dad because I was hit with another contraction. I have been having them steadily for the past ten minutes or so. I grab my dad’s shirt with both fists, lay my head on his chest, groan, and take deep breaths in through my nose and out my mouth. My dad rubs my back as I breathe. “ Princess, are you in labor?” Dad asked. All I could do is nod against his chest. Dad starts barking orders at whoever is close while I ride out the contraction. “ Goof, grab a wheelchair. We need