Amy leaned against Beth, trying to get her stomach to quit rolling. She was white as a sheet.
"He's not picking us up himself, is he?" Alyssa asked for the third time. "Surely he's gonna send a car."
"I think that answers your question," Thi said, pointing. Dom stood on the curb next to a limo. Alyssa squealed and ran to him. He met her half way.
"Ew. Get a room," Nicki called out. She picked up hers and Alyssa's suitcases and started forward.
"Do they have the same type of relationship as you and Orly?" Beth asked.
"Don't know, don't care." Amy pulled the handle of her suitcase up and dragged it behind her. When she reached the limo, Nicki, Thi and Alyssa were already inside.
"Hey Amy." Dom kissed her cheek. "You look like death warmed over."
"I feel like it."
"Look over the limo, to the right," he said softly.
She glanced in the direction he said. She sucked in a breath. "When did he get in?"
"An hour ago."
Orlando unfolded himself from the side of the car. Cautiously he made his way to them. He pulled Amy in for a hug.
"Hey you," she said, putting her arms around his neck.
"Hey yourself. How's my girls?"
"Airsick." She crinkled her nose. "Your girls?"
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just a feeling."
"Find out!" Thi yelled at them from inside the limo.
They ignored her. He cocked his head to the side. They walked away from their friends towards the car he was leaning on. They crept along in airport traffic. Soon they were on the road heading to Beverly Hills.
Amy laid her head back against the seat. She closed her eyes, letting the cool wind blow over her. She felt his hand on her thigh. Smiling she opened her eyes. Orlando was pulling into the driveway of a huge house.
"Viggo's," he said, answering her silent question. "Did you bring a swimsuit?"
"In my suitcase, which is with Dom."
He grinned. "Guess we'll have to improvise." He helped her out of the car and up the front walk. He opened the door and ushered her inside.
"He keeps his doors unlocked?"
"I called the housekeeper when I landed." He pushed her out of the way. "You can go all the way in." She was staring at the house.
"My house can fit in here twice," she said in awe.
He laughed. "Come on. The housekeeper just left." He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the house to the backyard. Just outside the door, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. "How fast can you get undressed?"
"You know the answer to that. I'm sure there's a nice big bed inside."
He popped the hooks on her overalls and tugged them down. "We'll find the bed later." He pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her underwear and shoes.
He held her arms out and looked at the changes in her body. Her breasts were considerably larger. They had grown from a B to a D. Her waist still curved in to flare out with her hips. Below her navel, her stomach was starting to round. He dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on the small bulge. A small smile danced across her lips. She stroked his hair back.
Viggo Mortensen frowned as he parked behind a convertible. It wasn't Henry's car; it could be his girlfriend's. His frown deepened when he found the front door unlocked.
"Henry? Mrs. Hernandez?" he called out. Silence answered him. He checked his son's room on the way to his bedroom. Empty.
With a sigh, he threw his suitcase on the bed. As he passed the window, he glanced out. He stopped and looked again. A smile crossed his face. He took his time going down the stairs. Outside he stepped over the clothes that led to the pool. He crouched down.
"You know," he began. The couple jumped. "You're gonna have to clean out the pool if you go any further."
