Page 20 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“Welcome. Well Jacob Monroe. Step back and let me look at you.” Royce’s mom Beverly says giving me the motherly once over before pulling me into a hug. “You haven’t been to the restaurant since we renovated. I upgraded your favorite pie.” My stomach picks now to speak up.

“Surely you are not talking about the best German Chocolate cake on the east coast?” Chuckling, she nods her head.

“The very same one.”

“Please tell me you brought it today?” I am a sucker for her desserts but her german chocolate cake is literally the stuff of dreams.

“When Royce told me you were coming I made it just for you.” I love this woman. I lean and kiss her on the cheek before introducing her to my girl.

“Mama Bev, I would like for you to meet my Mila.” Pulling her into my side, I kiss the side of head and watch Bev give her the squinty eye.

“Nice to meet you young lady.”

“The pleasure is mine.” Mila responds holding out her hand. Bev looks her up and down discerningly before looking at me.

“I see. So when are you due?” She deadpans her questions and it lands with a fucking boom.

“I..How did you..I don’t know.” Mila says, stuttering in shock. Bev holds her hands and smiles at her.

“There is just an aura around a woman when she is pregnant. Especially when she is happy about it. Congratulations to you two.” She hugs us before turning to Mari.

“This is my friend Mari.” Mila begins to say but Bev cuts her off, with her hand over her own mouth, gasping in sadness and horror. Mari looks at Mila and I, confused and anxious, not sure what is happening and to be honest that makes two of us.

“Oh sweet girl. You have had a hard life, haven’t you?” I watch Bev move a piece of hair behind her ear before pulling her into a hug. She holds her for a moment, saying something in her ear we can’t hear but whatever it is Mari’s face changes from confused to emotional to downright terrified and then I watch it morph into something else. The moment is interrupted however.

“Hey ma they are waiting for..oh hey Jacob. Glad you could make it. Mila, nice to see you again.” We shake hands and he turns back to his mom. He starts to speak and then his mouth snaps shut.

“Son, this is Mari, Mila’s friend.” For an endless amount of seconds Royce says nothing and when Mari begins to fidget, I reach for her hand to bring her back to me and Mila. I almost make contact when Royce snatches my hand away and moves in front of her.

“Take care of your own woman, Monroe. I got this one.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Bev beaming and then like nothing has just happened she walks away.

“Dinner is in five minutes.” She sings songs from the stairs. I take another step towards Mari, wanting Mila to have a chance to make sure she is alright, but Royce has her hand in his and his other hand on her back. I watch as he leads her up the stairs.

“What the hell just happened?” Mila whispers beside me as we follow up.

“Beats the hell out of me.” But I think Mari just found her forever.

Chapter15

Mila

March-Month Four

Something is wrong. No, let me rephrase. Something is going on. Yeah that’s the right word. Something is definitely going on and weird. It started like a few weeks ago, when my mom decided we needed a girls day. She booked this entire girls spa day complete with massages which let me tell you was much needed but it was also hard to navigate. She booked it as like a mother/daughter duo thing and it took some maneuvering, bribing and lying my ass off to get a room to myself so she wouldn’t see me naked and I could request a pregnant table.

This pregnancy has been both a joy and a pain in the ass. The joy is basically everything that comes with this pregnancy. I love the changes in my body. I have always been fit, but thin. I never liked my weight. Seeing curves and actually meat, it makes me feel sexy in my own skin. Did I mention Jake is ravenous about my new features? Well he is. I also love going to bed with my hands on my belly, whispering to our baby about the love and life we are going to give them.

Last month we had our first official ultrasound where we got to see the baby and Jake, my strong grunting man cried. I watched tears fall from eyes as his fingers ran down that black and white screen like he was memorizing every inch of it. It moved something so far inside of me that I replay that moment over and over when I have a second of doubt. I have to remind myself that he would put a bullet into his own head before he let something happen to us or let us go without.

Hiding it at home has been easier than I thought since I normally stay to myself anyway and my parents never come into my room. I spend most of my time between school and with Mari who has been here a lot trying to outrun Royce. That is a whole different type of crazy which I find cute and adorable. Mari on the other hand she disappears to my house every chance she gets. I know she needs time to learn to trust someone else, but if he's anything like Jake, it won’t stop him.

“What about this dress?” My thoughts turn back to my mom who is currently holding up the fifth dress in twenty minutes.

“It’s pretty but again why do I need something that fancy? Mom, can we just go? I don’t feel well and I have to study for a test.” Partially true. The other part of that equation is me trying to leave before she forces me to try one on.

“God where did I go wrong with you? Most girls your age would die to have their mother treat them to a day like this complete with dress buying but all you do is complain. It’s like I didn’t give birth to you at all.” She throws her hands up and huffs before putting it back on the hanger. “Fine. I am going with this one and you have to wear it tonight.” Whoa what?

“I’m not wearing that.” If that thing was any tighter it would be a second skin.

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