Page 10 of Pregnant By the Joc

“I want him. It’s that simple. I want every crazy, possessive, bossy, loving, and sexy part of him.” I want our baby. I want our love and the life we are fighting for. I don’t say this last part to her, but I am saying it in my heart.

“Well then. Just tell me I am your maid of honor? I mean I have to be. And I have to throw you a bachelorette party.” I begin shaking my head to protest because Cobi will flip his shit, but her enthusiastic excitement for my next step is infectious and before I know what I am doing, I am accepting her offer. “Yes.” I turn, realizing we are pulling into the parking lot and now my stomach is turning. It is finally hitting me that I am deliberately going against something he asked me not to do and he is not going to be happy.

“Alright bitch, let’s go!” We walk in, head up and smiles on our faces, feeling the sexy we are giving. This is my first game since we have been together, so I know people are going to be talking and whispering, but I intend to straighten my back and ignore them. It occurs to me that if we sit on one of the lower levels, off to the side, I might be able to see the game and then we leave before he knows I was there.

“Do you want something from concessions?” I ask her since we are passing it.

“Naw not right now. Half-time.” Nodding, I point out seats that are sort of hidden and she looks at me like I am crazy, but I simply walk toward it. I don’t realize my mistake until we are seated. Right behind the cheerleaders. Damn it.

“Is that Ripley?” I hear someone say beside me. I try to keep on ignoring the whispers. I won’t let them spoil my night.

“Do you see Cobi?” I ask Heather, yelling over the crowd. I am trying to find his number, but the stadium lights are kind of blinding.

“No I, wait, there he is?” She points to the middle of the field, and I finally see his jersey. His size is intimidating on a regular day but looking at him for the first time on the field, covered in all the gear and helmet on, he looks massive and formidable. I can’t see his eyes from here, but deciphering his body language, I know the look in his eyes. I have seen that look, the only difference being this time, he is looking to do damage. “Do you know football?” Heather asks me. I look at her to answer her, but I am interrupted by a nasally voice I could do without.

“She better since she’s the captain’s toy.” Leslie, Captain of the cheerleading team says, turning her nose up at me.

“Look, faux barbie, why don’t you turn around and split your crotch in half. Oops. Too late.” Heather sticks her tongue out at her, and I watch sort of amused when Leslie stomps off to where the other cheerleaders are. “God I hate her.” Heather says, applying more lipstick.

“She is definitely not one of my favorite people.” Then suddenly I watch Cobi tackle some guy to the ground and the player with the ball makes it over the line. We all stand, clapping and yelling for the touchdown. I turn to look at the bench, making sure I didn't leave a wet spot because watching him tackle someone like they weigh nothing was hot as hell. I have to look down and check my nipples to make sure they are not giving away too much.

We sit through the rest of the first half of the game, laughing, talking and enjoying the view but I can’t help but feel a little nervous. Half-time is coming and I know his parents and sister are here. If they see me, the jig is up.

The buzzer sounds signaling the end of the first half and the band takes the field for their show. “Come on. I want to grab something to eat before half-time is over.” Heather whispers in my ear. Nodding, I follow her to the concession stands. The line isn’t too long and so far I don’t see his family. “Do you know what you want?” Heather asks when we move up slightly.

“To hold on to this gravy train for as long as she can.” Damn it. Why won’t this girl leave me alone?

“I’m sorry did you say something?” I ask her, facing her.

“You heard me. Don’t think we don’t know why you are with him. We all know you are with him for his money. What is like sleeping somewhere not made of tin?” Shoot. People are starting to look and that is the last thing I need.

“Jealousy is not a good look, Leslie. Not very becoming of a lady.” I say moving closer to her face. “Oops. I am not talking to one.” I don’t want a confrontation right now, but if I don't stand up for myself at some point, it will only get worse. Everyone around us begins instigating and I realize my mistake once again. The crowd is growing, and his family is going to make their way here. “Look, we just came to watch the game. Why don’t you mind your business, and we will mind ours.”

I try to diffuse it and grab Heather’s arms, so we move up to the counter. I hear what I think is a tussle of some sort. I turn to see what is happening and she slams into me, knocking the wind out of my chest. I don’t know if it is the blitz she just delivered or these darn ankle boots I am wearing, but I stumble over a crack in the ground and feel myself falling. At the last minute I turn myself, so I land on my knees and hands, not having an impact on my baby, and sending me to my knees.

I hear laughter behind me and then Heather cursing at someone I assume to be Leslie, but I am right now trying to suck in air. Seriously I feel like my lungs have been deflated. The pain from my knees and hands are not registering. I mean I can see glistening so I know I am glass that is in the grass, but I still can’t breathe. “What is going on… Oh my God, Ripley.” I close my eyes because I know that is his mother’s voice. “Sweet girl, are you alright? What happened?”

“This fucking hyena pushed her.” Heather yells behind me.

“Someone get the EMT over here.” Cobi’s father yells. “Ripley, can you breathe?” I nod my head then shake it, not really sure. I am starting to think it is more embarrassing than anything else, but I refuse to turn around right now. “Siddah, have the coach get your brother.” Oh God no.

Frantically I begin crying and shaking my head no. This is the last thing he needs. I shouldn’t have come. I should have listened to him.

ChapterEight

Ripley

This is not happening. The one time I strike out on my own trying to prove that nothing bad is going to happen and I end up bleeding on the ground. “Sweet girl, we have to tell him. He would be beside himself if he found out you were hurt and didn’t tell him.” His mom who is beside me says, clearly concerned and because she is a doctor, she keeps taking my pulse with her hands.

“N-no. don’t.” I manage to get out before coughing like I just went through a cigar lounge.

“Coming through. Let us look at her.” The EMT says, sitting me up.

“Yes of course but she should go to the hospital.” His mother tells him. I am shaking my head no, but they are talking around me.

“What the hell is going on…angel? What happened? Why are you bleeding?” he lifts me into his arms, his eyes looking me over. I hear the EMT grumble something about spoiled rich kids under his breath. “She needs a fucking ambulance.” Cobi hollers at him.

Placing my hand on his face I try to calm him down. “Babe, I’m fine. Calm down Cobi.” The look he gives me would make a strong man wither.

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