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."
"Hey, Viggo. You weren't supposed to get in till tonight." Orlando stayed in the middle of the pool.
"I caught an early flight." He stood. "There is a pool house you know." He turned and went back inside.
*****
It was more of a gathering of friends. Though he was tired, Viggo liked having his friends here. Orlando and Dom introduced the girls around. Sean Astin and his wife, Christine, Liv Tyler and her husband, Royston Langdon, Elijah Wood and Karl Urban were currently present. Liv informed him that a few other people might show. Amy and Orlando waited until everyone arrived before announcing her pregnancy.
Currently he had bar duty. Amy had showed him how to properly make daiquiris and hurricanes. She was sitting on a chaise lounge talking to Christine. Her sister, Alyssa, barely left Dom's side. Liv and Thi were in deep conversation. Orlando and Dom stood on the patio with Karl and Sean. Nicki tried flirting with Karl, but gave up. She was sitting near Elijah.
He looked around for Beth, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She had wandered inside. She took a sip of beer and glanced around the living room. It was done in different shades of brown. Several paintings and photos lined the walls. She strolled to the entertainment center.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Viggo called out.
"No thanks." She leaned over to look at the pictures on the bottom shelf of the entertainment center. "These are good."
"Photography's a hobby of mine."
"Amy's pretty good. She brought a couple of albums with her." Straightening she turned to find him standing right behind her. He was staring at her. She bit her lip, drawing his gaze there.
"I like this one," she said breathlessly.
"Which one?" He took a step closer. One hand came up to rest on her hip, the other at the nape of her neck.
"I don't remember."
He caught her lips in a searing kiss.
"Where's Viggo?" Sean asked.
"I'll go look," Karl said, finishing off his beer. He returned a few minutes later. "He's kissing one of their friend's." He gestured to Dom and Orlando.
Dom choked. "Which one?"
