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I just hope I’m ready for the shift.
42
TENLEY
38 WEEKS
Venmo Notification:August Graves paid you $400.
“This should keep your tab paid so no other fucker tries to buy you drinks. Enjoy your time, Mama.”
What a bastard.
An overprotective, possessive, selfishly hot bastard.
I can see it now…a hottie trying to buy the preggo a crisp Sprite at the bar. How tempting.
“There’s that smile again,” Navy mutters from across the table.
I glance her way, unable to hide it. “So what? Never seen a smile before, Navy?”
“Oh, I have.” She giggles. “Just not so often coming from my prickly friend over here.” Her eyes look me up and down.
“I have always been prickly, huh?”I smile wide.
Navy and Kodi both nod. “Sure have, babe. But we love you that way. Now, spill the juicy gossip.”
“Juicy gossip?” I ask, taking a bite of my risotto.
Navy planned the most over-the-top night for us in the city. It’s very much her style and nothing like mine. That’s what landed us at Tybee Island’s swankiest downtown restaurant. After spending the day at the beach, she insisted we get dressed up and test out the nightlife.
I love Navy’s drive for adventure, but I’m a homebody who would much rather cozy up on the couch in my sweats than go out on the town.
Especially at thirty-eight weeks pregnant. I’m close to popping.
But we’re on a girls’ trip and I’m trying to be a team player, no matter how loudly that rental bed is calling my name.
“She means…spill the deets on you and Gus. What’s up with you two? Don’t think we didn’t catch the smooching going on when he walked you to the truck,” Kodi teases.
God, we’ve been doing a lot of that. Smooching. It’s intimate and something I never imagined I’d crave so much with him. Yeah, we’re constantly fucking like newlyweds, but it’s the quiet and still moments with August I cherish.
The ones where he opens up to me and I slowly do with him.
It’s taking me a lot longer than I’m sure he would prefer, but I still struggle with insecurity, and I hate it.
Hate that I compare myself to women he’s been with.
Hate that I still question if I’ll ever be enough for him.
Hate that he’s given me no reason to feel insecure, yet I can’t help it.
I’m carrying his child, for Christ’s sake. That should be enough.
Yet, my hormones have taken over every emotion in my body and decided they don’t give a flying fuck what Iknowis true and decided to make me a needy little bitch.
But there’s one thing I know to be true: I’mhisneedy little bitch.
And I’ve never been more proud to have that title.
