Page 192 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Chapter Seven

Jolie

Time is flying by. People say that pregnancy drags on, but for me, every time I blink, more time has passed.

Team Zeus were in charge of the trials, and unfortunately, they were gone a lot over that week. It feels like I have barely seen them, and with university starting tomorrow, I’m nervous. I never wanted to continue my education after high school. What was the point? Before coming here, I never really planned out my future. But now, especially bringing these babies into the world, I want to show them you can do anything you put your mind to.

Once the guys managed to get everything sorted, they updated the university start date. It was slightly delayed since none of them are technically qualified to do any of this. Brennan insisted he’d read some books and was confident he could get it sorted out. Just over a week ago, we realised the struggle of planning classes and finding staff. So, most of Team Zeusare back in teaching positions until they can find replacements. Some of the older students have also been recruited for specialist classes.

“Are you excited?” Sinclair asks. She insisted on a girls’ day before classes start.

“I’m having loads of fun,” Kai says as his feet rest in a foot spa.

I don’t want to say that him being here is a condition of me being allowed to come, but... the guys always pull the “one guy rule” when I leave the house. Though looking over at a pissed Khale and an amused Colt, I see it isn’t just my team. While Khale is seated by the door sneering at anyone who walks in, Colt is sitting with a nice lady named May, getting his nails painted.

“I know why you girls get this done all the time—this is awesome. I will volunteer every time now,” Colt says, and Blayne rolls her eyes.

“This is damn torture,” she complains.

“Do you know what I’m excited about?” Danika asks.

Both Sinclair and I respond at the same time. “Parties.”

She laughs and shakes her head. Joshua and Danika made up and they’re both going about an hour away to New Hope University.

There was a mix up with her accommodation, so she doesn’t leave until tonight. “Yes, of course, parties. I have been told that Neverland istheparty school, which mainly does sports classes. My parents pushed New Hope, but they are so close that I can party at both.”

“Have you checked out your classes?” I ask Blayne, and she nods.

“Yes. I’m excited to be in the combat class, but I’m pissed that I can’t participate. Did you know the guy who is running the class is...”

She drones on about how amazing the instructor is, and that she wants to be him when she grows up. She is in total fangirl mode.

“And I looked at the class module. I can participate in most of it, as long as the doctor signs off.”

For the first time since finding out she was pregnant, she is excited. Maybe not about the baby, but she has been sour and impossible to be around—even Sinclair and Colt have been messaging me.

I haven’t seen much of Jimmie, which really sucks. I think he has been keeping his distance, its possible he feels guilty, even though he shouldn’t. None of this is his fault, or even Betty’s. I didn’t invite her today since Blayne isn’t a huge fan of hers.

Summer walks out from the back, all fresh from her massage. “It’s about time,” Khale complains. “If I have to listen to them for any longer, my ears will bleed.”

I flip him off, making everyone chuckle. I think he is warming up to me and just does this now to keep up the facade.

“Don’t even lie, Tattoos. You know you want to join in, jealousy is a curse.” I laugh as he scowls and shakes his head at me.

Standing from the chair once my feet are done, I stretch out. “I’m so jealous,” Sinclair complains. “Look at your cute bump. I feel so frumpy.”

“And that has nothing to do with the sheer amount of sugar you and Colt eat nightly. The baby will come out with diabetes,” Blayne says, giving Sinclair the stink eye.

“Sorry we’re not all perfect and eat a balanced diet,” she snarks back.

“What else would I eat to have a body like this?” Blayne lifts her shirt—she still has bloody abs, no bump in sight. I know she still works out; the doctors cleared her and gave her a list ofthings she shouldn’t do, and she has tailored a routine around that—same with foods.

The doctor gave us a list of things to avoid and what sucks is that raw eggs are one. Not that I ever ate raw eggs, but very runny ones on toast were delicious. I miss my runny eggs.

Petra comes and prepares most of our food; she likes to follow the rules. Brennan told me that my old room is being converted into a room for Petra. Her husband died not too long ago, and with her children now grown, when Brennan asked her, she jumped at the chance. She is more excited about these babies than any of us. She even mentioned birthing classes, and why we should do them. So guess what we will be doing in the last trimester.

Brennan found someone to come and run them for all the pregnant women and dads. As a damn requirement—we can’t even opt out. I can imagine the class is going to be very interesting.

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