Page 1 of Daddy's Curvy Girl

Chapter1

Bea

“Bea,” Carly calls out as she waltzes into my house.

My best friend is heavily pregnant and still looks drop dead gorgeous. Her bump is small and neat, but she’s glowing. Her blonde hair falling down her back and she’s got a bright smile as she looks at me.

“Hey girl,” I reply as I roll out the dough, I’m making cookies for her baby shower tomorrow. “Come and take a load off. How are you?”

She slides onto one of the stools and watches as I work. “I’m good, tired, this baby is sucking all of the energy out of me. Sebastian should be home tonight.”

“That’s good, he doesn’t seem to be gone for very long anymore,” I remark. He would be gone weeks if not months at a time, now he’s barely gone days.

“Yeah, he says he doesn’t want to be away from me that long,” she places her hand on her stomach. “I feel bad though, I don’t want him to miss work because of me.”

The man was a whore, there was no ifs, buts, or maybes about it. Sebastian Monaghan was the biggest player that graced the world. Oh, he made it known that he was only wanting one night with everyone and true to his word, he did. Until he and Carly hooked up and now he’s in love and they’re having a baby. I’m wary, I don’t want my best friend to have her heart broken. Things are messy enough between them, as they were step siblings.

But nevertheless, Carly’s happy and she’s in love, so I keep my mouth shut.

“So, what’s the plan tomorrow? Is Rina coming?” I ask, in regards to Carly’s twin sister.

She nods. “Yes, she is and so is Kelly.”

I beam. “I haven’t seen either of those girls in months. How are they?”

Kelly fell pregnant first, then Sabrina, and now Carly. Whatever’s in the water, I don’t want it. I’m quite content with how my life is and I’m not sure if I’m ready to be a mom.

“Good, they’re bringing their babies so you can play aunt again.”

I laugh, Carly knows me so well. I’m more than happy to have them for a while but it’s the delight of handing them back to the parents that makes being an aunt all the worthwhile.

“So tell me about Scott, how are things between you both?” she asks as she reaches for one of the already made cookies that have been cooling on the rack.

I inwardly groan. “We’re okay,” I tell her, as I start to cut out shapes in the cookie dough.

“You’re an awful liar, Bea, so how about you tell me what the hell is actually going on?”

I’ve never been able to lie, I suck at it, I always feel bad whenever I do. “He’s acting weird, he’s always working late, he never wants to hang out. I’m just tired of it all.”

It’s a never ending cycle for me. Men get bored quickly and it’s always the same excuses; I’m too nice, too sweet, I’m too big, or fat. I’m not they’re type. I’ve heard it all before and it never gets easier.

“Do you think he’s cheating?” There’s anger in her voice and fire in her eyes.

“I don’t know, Car, I really don’t. I no longer trust my judgment in men.” Hell, before Scott there was Derek and he was a complete asshole. He cheated on me and had the audacity to turn it around on me and tell me that if I just lost weight that it wouldn’t have happened. He can eat a dick, I’m a size fourteen and I love my body.

“Fuck him,” she snaps. “You should totally go out tonight and get drunk and enjoy yourself. Call Maddie and see if she’s free. Hell, dump the ass while you're at it.”

I giggle, I love Carly, she takes no crap and has my best interests at heart. “I don’t know, I’ve a lot to do before that.”

She shakes her head. “Pure Indulgence is flourishing, Bea, you’ve made it into a success. You have staff for this exact reason. Start to trust them. Let Leah open tomorrow, you know she’ll be amazing and just enjoy yourself. You have worked your ass off, Bea, you’re a successful business owner, you do not need that mama’s boy treating you like shit. So dump his ass and go and have fun.”

I stare at my best friend, I see the pleading in her eyes. I love that she has so much confidence in me, I just wish I did. But she’s right. I deserve so much better than Scott. “Okay,” I sigh. “Once I have these cookies finished, I’ll go and see Scott and end things. But I’m not sure about going out.”

She raises her brow as she reaches for her cell. “That’s not an option,” she says. “You deserve fun. I wish I could be the one to go with you, but I think people would frown at seeing a heavily pregnant woman making shapes on the dance floor.”

“Not to mention you could go into labor, having your water break on the dance floor is a sure fire way to ruin the night,” I quip and she narrows her eyes at me.

She flips me the bird and I get back to getting these cookies ready. I’m just glad that this is the last batch. I have loads already done and packed up, some are cooling, and the rest are cooking.

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