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“That feels so good” she said stuffing her mouth with crab pasta and throwing her head back. I didn’t know what had her moaning, the pasta or the foot rub, but I was jealous.
“Hope this the last time you wear heels.”
“We’ll see” she said, laughing, and I gave her this look while she stuffed some rice in my mouth.
“Did you eat?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“This your first time eating?”
“I’m ashamed to say,” she said, laughing some more and stuffing her mouth.
“What?”
“This like my third plate. I don’t know who made the pasta salad, but we have to get them to make us some?”
“Us or you?”
“Same thing”
I continued to massage her feet while she ate. I didn’t care if she was on her 8thplate. Long as she was eating. The beginning of her pregnancy was hard. Soon as she smelled food she was throwing up. Now soon as she smelled food, she was hungry. She didn’t even have to smell it all she did was think about it.
“Hey, Stormi, I’m about to take Jo back to the rehab.”
Noah came over and spoke. Stormi stood up and gave her brother a hug as Jo and Dre walked over.
“Straight to the rehab,” she retorted looking at all three of them.
“Always in mama bear mode,” Noah said.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going right back to that place. The director will be teaching me how to knit, and I can’t wait to make my grandson his first blanket.”
“Aww, we would love that,” Stormi said almost in tears.
Noah pulled his sister in a hug and Jo came around and hugged both her kids. Their relationship with each other wasn’t perfect, but just like any other family, they were working through their problems.
Dre hung back, silent and distant. There was something about that kid I couldn’t read. Something off. He was always around, but it felt like he didn’t want to be. Like he was watching us just observing. But what the fuck was he seeing? What was he waiting for?
“Smile, be nice,” Stormi said, nudging me as she sat back down next to me.
I forced a smile, but my eyes stayed locked on Dre. I wasn’t letting my guard down not yet.
CHAPTER 25
Stormi
“Seth! Seth!”
I damn near lost my mind when I saw the notification on my phone. My ribs… my Smokey’s ribs had been delivered to some random ass house that wasn’t ours.
I stormed out the bed like I was being chased. Belly heavy, feet swollen, eyes already starting to water. I was seven months pregnant, hormonal, and starving. This wasn’t just about food, it was about the one thing I’d been dreaming about since last night. I had imagined those ribs in my sleep. I could smell the sauce. I could hear the crunch of the fries in the bag. I could feel the warm bread in my palm. And now… Gone. Delivered to some stranger who probably didn’t even appreciate them.
“Seth!”
He came flying into the room like I’d screamed fire. His eyes scanned my face, already panicked. And right behind him came S3 with a toy hammer still in his hand, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, baby? What’s wrong? What happened?”
