Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 07

Sienna picked up the dishrag and threw it in his direction, missing by a few feet.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.

"I heard that," he hollered from the hallway.

"Meant for you to!!" she yelled back.

Lori laughed. Those two were crazy.

"Hey, open up," Lori and Sienna heard Darren say through the front door. Lori skipped over to the door to open it. She had always thought Darren was sexy as hell, with his shaved head and dark chocolate skin.

Originally, Lori had also had a crush on Brandon, but Sienna had called dibs on him early on, and that girl was a total lost cause when it came to Brandon, so Lori knew she had to back off.

But Darren, oh, he was fine too. She had tried flirting with him over the years, but nothing seemed to work. She had seen his girlfriends. They were all gorgeous, and most of them had been a little older than him. Funny, Brandon picks the girl ten years younger, while Darren chooses the women about ten years older. But in this case, she would prefer he be more like Brandon in that respect. Even though she was older than Sienna by a few months, she was also still, only eighteen.

When Lori finally opened the door she gasped. Darren looked like shit run over--twice.

"Well, hey to you, too," Darren retorted, grinning at her reaction to his beat down body.

He knew he looked terrible. And the shit hurt even worse. He limped in towards them and sat down at the kitchen table. He noticed Sienna and Lori still staring at him.

He got a piece of toast and bacon off the tray and bit into it.

"What?" he asked, shoving the rest of it down his throat. He was starving.

Sienna was the first to speak. "What happened to you?" she asked, taking in his limp, his busted lip, black and blue eye, and large bandage wrapped around his left elbow.

"Oh, that," he laughed. "Just another day as a Seal."

"Seriously Darren, what the hell happened?" Lori chimed in.

"Well, I can't really tell you guys where we were, but it was me, BT and one of the bad guys. All three of us had run out of bullets after this crazy shoot out on top of this building," Darren explained, while he inhaled more food.

"So, with no bullets left, this asshole launched toward me like a fucking lunatic and hits me head on. Well, we both were about to go flying over the edge until BT grabbed me at the last second. But the weight of me and the other guy was too much, and all three of us went over," he said, as he grabbed some more bacon.

"Over what?! The side of a building?!!" Sienna shrieked. She felt herself trembling.

Darren looked up at her. "Yes. But it was only two stories high," he stated, matter of fact.

Sienna felt sick. She wanted to throw up. He could have been killed. She had to sit down.

"Holy shit!" Lori shouted. "I always knew BT was crazy, but you too, Darren?"

"Well, BT might be crazy as hell, but I love that asshole like a brother. He could have let go of me, you know. But he didn't, and went over the edge with me," Darren said, as he scanned the table for more food.

Lori stared down at Darren. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital or something like that? You look like a walking ad for what happens when you drive drunk."

Darren laughed. Lori was funny. She had a smart quick mouth, that he was sure would drive him crazy if he was around her all the time, but here and there, she was okay.

Brandon heard his friend's voice and came back down the hallway and into the kitchen to find Darren sitting at the table stuffing his face.

"Fuck, you look like shit," Brandon said, as he went to sit down by Sienna. He noticed she had her head resting on the table.

"Baby?" Brandon asked, as he stroked her back.

She lifted her head and turned to look at him. Her eyes were weak and wet.

"You didn't tell me you fell off the freaking roof of some building after a shootout," she said to him.

Brandon turned to Darren.

"Fuck, man! Why did you tell her that?" he said, throwing a piece of toast at him.

Darren caught the toast, and started eating it. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to."

Brandon faced Sienna again. "Look, I don't know what he told you, but trust me, it wasn't that bad."

"Were you involved in a shootout?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Did you fall or get pulled off of the roof of a building?"

"Yeah."

"Than it IS that bad," she stated, getting up from the table.

He pulled her back down and onto his lap. She tried to get up again, but his hands wrapped securely around her.

"Baby, we get close calls sometimes, but I'm okay. And we accomplished our mission. But trust me, that asshole who knocked us over the side...the fall was the least of his worries," Brandon said, nuzzling her neck.

"Hooyah," Darren muttered as he piled more food onto an empty plate.

Sienna started to say something, when she noticed something black on the side of Brandon's neck.

"Oh shit," he said, trying to hide that side of his neck.

"What the hell is that?!" Sienna asked when she ran her fingers over a small set of stitches in his neck. She hadn't noticed them last night or earlier this morning.

"I um, I got grazed by a bullet," he sheepishly said, while pretending to duck from whatever it is she was about to unleash on him.

Sienna felt nauseated. Her stomach started gurgling and the smell of the food on the table made her feel like she was going to gag. And now, hearing this. He was almost shot in the throat!!

"A bullet almost, it almost hit you in the--," was all she could muster, as she felt the bile rising up her own throat. She tried to jump from his lap, but he held her firmly against him. She pushed hard, and just as she broke free, she puked all over the floor.

"Goddamn," Darren said, as he jumped up on his good leg, scooting his food out of the way.

"Sienna?!" Brandon shouted, as he kneeled down beside her. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I"m fine...I just didn't feel well this morning. I'm so sorry," she weakly said, trying to find some paper towels to clean up her mess.

"Fuck that, leave it," he said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the back.

Lori, who had also jumped up and ran to stand beside her, decided to make herself useful by wiping up the mess.

Darren stood over her, still eating, but slowly chewing. Lori noticed Darren staring at her, but she didn't say anything to him. She just mopped up the floor and then washed her hands.

As she was drying them off, Darren came to stand next to her.

"She should be okay," Lori said to him.

"You know," he stated thoughtfully, "she was throwing up like that while BT was locked up."

"Oh, yeah."

"She's been sick like that for awhile," he said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah, must be some kind of bug," Lori said, while trying to look anywhere but at him.

"Nine month bug, huh?" Darren said, while his gaze penetrated Lori's, trying to read her.

"What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. She's just been really stressed, and obviously hearing about Brandon's near death caused her to feel bad again," Lori stated, as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She pretended to flip through the channels again, but she knew Darren was still staring at her.

"Is there anything BT should know?" he asked, clearly pissed off.

Lori ignored him. Shit! She didn't know what to do. She was sure that Sienna didn't want Darren knowing about her situation. He would tell Brandon, and Sienna hadn't even decided what she was going to do with the baby.

"Lori?" he asked again, raising his voice.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. And anything between them, is their business, not mine or yours," she said. But then she felt guilty, because she had told Chris about the pregnancy.

"Right," he said sarcastically, as he sat back down at the table and continued to eat.

In the bathroom, Brandon had Sienna leaning over the sink, splashing water on to her face. Commander Branson had told him years ago that Sienna had a weak stomach, but Brandon had never actually seen her throw up.

She raised up from the sink and he handed her a towel to dry her face. He stood behind her staring at her reflection in the mirror. Even in the fragile state she was in now, she was still stunning.

Sienna felt like shit and was embarrassed that Brandon had to see her like this. She reached for her toothbrush and cleaned her teeth and tongue. She gurgled some water then repeated with mouthwash. She looked up into the mirror at his eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"You alright, baby?" he asked.

Sienna turned around. "Yes, I'm fine. And I'm sorry about the mess, I'll--"

Brandon put his hand over her mouth. "I don't give a shit about the mess. I just want to know if you are okay. That's all that matters."

Sienna nodded her head with his hand still covering her mouth.

"Okay then," he said, as he removed his hand and leaned down to kiss her.

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Sienna knew she had to see the doctor this week. She would be seven weeks now, and she still didn't know if she were keeping the baby or not, but if she did, she wanted to make sure she was doing everything right for him. Or her. It.

She informed Brandon that she and Lori were going to the mall to shop, which technically wasn't a lie, since Lori was returning some merchandise, but then from there, they traveled back to Dr. Carlson's office.

"Alrighty, Sienna. We're all done for the day. The nurse will schedule your follow up when you pay," Dr. Carlson said in his normal cheery manner, after examining her and handing her tons of paper about pregnancy expectations.

"Thank you, Dr. Carlson. Hey, can I ask you a question?" Sienna said, nervously.

"Of course. Shoot."

"When's the last week I can have an abortion?" she said, looking down at her feet.

"Well, Sienna our clinic doesn't perform abortions, so I'd hate to give you the wrong information. But I believe it's up to 24 weeks, although many physicians that I know of don't really think it's healthy for the woman to wait so late. But I'd prefer you talk to another doctor who deals directly with that procedure, okay? I wouldn't want to misquote anything. But if you are looking to go that route, I can have the nurse recommend some top clinics."

"Okay," she said as she followed Dr. Carlson out of the room. As soon as she and Lori reached the car, Lori turned to her. "Okay, tell me everything."

Sienna surprised herself at how eager she was to tell Lori. "Well, he asked if I wanted to know anything about the baby, and I said yes. He said that the baby is about the size of a pencil eraser, has a heartbeat and it's starting to develop facial features."

"Wicked! That's so weird but cool."

"And...he told me my due date," she smiled over at Lori.

"So, you're going to keep the baby?"

Sienna sighed, "I don't know. I kinda want to. But with so much going on and my age, I know everyone would think I'm a fool to."

"Well, when is your due date?" Lori asked, trying to change the subject. She knew that this was difficult for Sienna.

"April 10th! Brandon's birthday is on the 9th!! How crazy is that?!" Sienna asked all excited.

"Well, you know when his parents were getting busy too," Lori laughed. "That is really neat Sienna."

Lori began to think about that date. "Hey, April is pretty close to the end of the school year, you know. That's not bad. Maybe...just maybe you would barely miss any school work, if you still wanted to attend a college."

Sienna pondered over it too. Well, Spelman was out of the question, but just maybe she could still attend college. She knew girls in her high school that had come every day up until their child's birth, maybe she could do the same. It was definitely worth investigating, because she really did want to go to school. She would make that her new task.

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When Lori dropped Sienna back off at Brandon's, she walked in and found him lounging casually against the counter in his Dress Blues. He looked so damn fine right then, that if the Navy put this exact freeze frame on their brochures, they'd have all kinds of women wanting to join.

She didn't know how the hell he managed to do it, but already, she felt a slight tingling between her legs. A quick jolt to her pussy, by just staring at him.

Brandon drank in the sight of her body. She was wearing a white strapless shirt or tube top, or whatever they were called and a pair of really short denim shorts. Really short. His gaze finally made its way back to her face. She had her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and had yet to remove herself from the door entrance.

Sienna watched as he lifted his hand and flexed his finger for her to come to him. And of course, she did. She walked over to him and he stared down at her. She realized she was much shorter than him, but wearing her flat white flip flops, she felt that he towered over her. And being this close to him, he smelled heavenly. Oh, it must be pheromones or something, because she was ready to rip his clothes off.

Brandon took in her wide seductive eyes and kissed her tender mouth. He then slowly turned her around and lightly pushed her back down, so that she was bending over in front of him.

"Hmm," was all Sienna heard him say. What? Did he not think her ass looked good anymore? She tried to rise up, but he held her down firmly.

"So, this is the image that people will have in their head if you drop your keys or something," he said, finally letting her up.

Sienna spun around and nervously laughed, while Brandon's expression remained flat.

"BT, they're not that short," she said.

"Right," Brandon said, scanning over her delicious curves again.

Sienna always felt naked when he looked at her like that. The way he would survey her body and lick his lips, like she were a tasty dish.

"These are the same type of shorts you used to parade around in front of me with, and I knew what I was thinking then, and I know what guys are thinking now," he said, pulling her closer to him and seizing her ass.

"Well, speaking of dress code, why are you in your dress uniform?" Sienna asked.

"Because Miss Branson, you made a deal with me. Get your pretty little ass dressed, we're going on our official date," Brandon said, while smacking her bottom.

Sienna jumped. "Date, what date?"

"For teaching you how to fight, remember. Now move your fine ass, before I forget about the date, and have you on this floor in ten seconds."

Sienna giggled and stood up on her tip toes and wrapped her hands around his neck. She kissed his lips, while she pushed her entire body into his. Then she quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway and in to the bedroom.

She opened his closet and smiled to see her articles of clothing hanging next to his. She pulled out three summer dresses. One was black with a plunging neckline and angled cut at the bottom. About knee length. The white one was strapless, with a little blue flower at the bust. Maybe not dressy enough? And then there was the red dress. It had thin spaghetti straps and was short.

She was contemplating her choices when she felt his arms snake around her waist.

"Hey, which one should I wear?"

Brandon snuggled his lips against her neck. "How about you don't wear anything, and I follow suit," he said, nibbling on her neck.

Sienna laughed. "Which one?"

Brandon looked over the three dresses, but the red one caught his eyes first. "That one."

Sienna picked up the red dress and held it against herself. This dress was tight last she remembered. She hoped she could still squeeze into it. Suddenly, she became extremely self-conscious of her body. Brandon hadn't made any moves toward the door, so she figured he was going to stand here while she dressed. Shit.

Sienna walked over to his dresser and removed a black thong and then she grabbed her strappy sandals from the closet.

She stood there by the bed, wondering how she was going to tell him she needed to change in the bathroom, when he had already seen every part of her body.

And then the way he stared at her, made her feel even more self-conscious.

He strolled over to her and started kissing her again. He then unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. He did the same with her panties. Then he pulled her top over her head and removed her strapless bra.

Sienna was standing completely naked in front of him. It took a great amount of will power to keep her hands by her side. She desperately wanted to cover her midsection. She figured she was probably being paranoid, but she felt fat.

Brandon pulled the thong out of her hands and kneeled down in front of her. He held the thong for her to step into it, and when she did, he slowly slid it up her smooth brown legs. Before he covered her completely, he gently kissed her soft mound, and pulled them up.

While still kneeling, Brandon wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her tummy. First below the belly button, then above.

Sienna was so nervous. She just knew that he would realize she was pregnant. But he didn't linger there too long before he made his way up to her tender breasts. He took a hard nipple into his mouth, causing her to wince in pain. Even though they were sore, she didn't stop him. She didn't want to give anything away.

When Brandon had given both of her succulent nipples the same amount of attention, he trailed further up and his lips attached to her neck, causing her to moan into his ear.

He pulled the red dress from her grasp, and lowered it gently over her head. Sienna stuck her hands through the straps as Brandon pulled the snug dress over her body. Brandon knew he had to get her out of the door, or else he'd push her on to the bed and they'd never leave.

When they pulled up to the nice Italian restaurant with an ocean view, Sienna checked herself in the mirror. Brandon had barely given her ten minutes to fix her hair and apply makeup.

Sienna noticed the hostess kept her eyes on Brandon. Sienna smirked to herself. 'That's right bitch! Keep looking, because that's all you'll ever do'.

When they sat down, Brandon gave their drink order. "I'll have a glass of wine. Doesn't matter, whatever is good. And she'll have water and a coke."

When the waiter left, he laughed at her. "Damn, you got another 3 years to go before you can take a drink."

"Screw you," Sienna whispered to him.

He winked at her. "Any time, any place."

Sienna looked out of the window at the waves crashing against the sand. There was something she loved about the ocean. She never thought she could live in a state that didn't border an ocean. She cherished the smell of it and the way the wind blew powerful gusts of cold air that seemed to come from the middle of the Pacific.

"So...about school," Brandon asked, bringing her attention back to him.

She sighed, "Yeah, I guess I've been avoiding that too."

"How are we going to do this?" he said, taking a sip of his wine.

Sienna wasn't ready to go there. She didn't even know if she was having the baby, or going to Spelman, or going anywhere for that matter.

"I guess I could do a lot of flying back and forth. Maybe once a month or something. We can make it work."

Brandon continued to stare at her, but she wasn't looking at him. His mind immediately started thinking that maybe she hadn't planned on continuing their relationship after she left. He pulled at his collar; it seemed to be getting tighter. He was trying to keep his mind from imagining the worst, but it was failing.

"So, what do you mean you 'guess' you can do a lot of flying back and forth? Are you not sure or something?"

Sienna looked up at him. "No, that's not what I meant, I just mean, that whatever it takes, I can make it work."

Brandon relaxed. "Okay. Thought you were trying to throw me overboard for a minute."