Page 15 of Pregnant By the Joc

“Good.” Suddenly she stops and gasps before grabbing my hand.

“Look.” She places my hand on her stomach and at first I feel nothing then this little flutter hits my hand, and my entire world is rocked.

“Is that?” She nods, tears in her eyes. My breathing begins to pick up as excitement fills up inside of me. Everything in me is lit up right now and I can’t stop it from erupting. Like an asshole, I raise my hands and whoop so loudly everyone in the halls turn around. “I felt my kid kick!” I shout, sharing with everyone. My teammates all walk over and congratulate me, hitting me on the back and saying way to go. Instead of looking embarrassed, Ripley simply smirks and shakes her head before kissing me and heading into class with Heather. I sound like an ass, but that was better than a championship win. My heart is so full it is going to burst open. Now I just have to get her to nail down a wedding date.

ChapterEleven

Ripley

Four Weeks Later

Six Months Pregnant

I am six months pregnant now and all of my clothes are beginning to get snug. I complained to Cobi the other night and he simply licked me to sleep, telling me nothing is sexier than my ripening belly and my clothes showing evidence of his conquest. I knew this would be his answer since he says it all the time.

I hear what he is saying and believe me, I love having our baby inside of me, but I like to be comfortable in my clothes. We are in the middle of winter now and having warm clothes that also don't fit correctly is not my idea of great. Plus, I need something to wear for his championship game tomorrow. It should have been last month, but they had to postpone on account of something happening to the other team in the championship. Something about a coach and a scandal.

Yeah you heard me. He is going to allow me to go to this one game, provided I sit with his family, don’t wear heels, and trust no one. What can I say, the man is a control freak and I love that about him but let’s be honest, my track record when I am not with him does not leave room for protest. I love his upper handed ways, his need to shelter me and wrap me in a blanket.

Last night we went out, our weekly date night date. We chose to go to a restaurant, this new Italian place that was just built. The valet had us pull up right next to a puddle of water since it rained that morning, but the cold was turning it to ice. I was fully prepared to slowly walk over it, but seeing as I had heels on, he refused to let me out of the car unless one of them either put their coats over the puddle or got me a wheelchair. When I asked him why he wouldn’t just carry me, he said,“These fucking shoes are not reliable enough to trust them to carry me while I carry you. Screw that. You are precious and so is our baby. Now which one of you is going to do something?”I hid my giggle behind my hand and shook my head. I love that man.

Right now I am at the mall with Heather shopping for maternity clothes and shoes my fiancé will not bitch about me wearing in the snow. Hell he only let me come to the mall because his mom agreed to drive us. “Ooo what about this jumper?” She holds up a jumper from the maternity store and I have to admit it is gorgeous. It is fancy, but I really like it.

“This is beautiful.” I say touching the material. “I mean I am not sure about the beige. Do they have it in black or gray?” Heather glares at me before turning back and looking through the rack.

“You are not going to spend the rest of your pregnancy in dark clothes, Rip.”

“Why not? Black is fashionably agreeable.” She rolls her eyes at me and drops the jumper into the cart.

“Whatever. What about this top?” It is a V-neck chiffon top with a built-in chain going down the center of the shirt.

“Wow. That is hot.” I have a pair of maternity jeans that would go good with that.

For the next hour or so we shop and hang out. Cobi’s mom checks in from time to time making sure we don’t need anything. She came with us but immediately went in a different direction and I have no clue what she has been doing this entire time.

Before I know it, we are moving to the shoe store to find some boots and cute winter shoes. “So do you guys know what you’re having yet?” Heather asks, trying on some Ugg boots.

“No. We are playing with the idea of a gender reveal party mixed with a baby shower.”

“That sounds fun. Have you made any plans?”

“Not yet. I don’t want him to worry about it. He needs to focus on the game.”

“That’s true. But seriously they have a party planning place in here. We should go there before…” I hear a voice I didn’t expect, and I turn in the middle of our conversation.

“Oh thank God. There you are. I have been looking everywhere for you.” I stare at my mother, shocked to find her in the mall and completely taken aback by her emaciated appearance.

“Mom?” My voice sounds exasperated because I can’t find another emotion right now.

“I have been worried sick about you,” she says pulling me into a hug. I see Heather out of the corner of my eye moving next to me in protective mode.

“I have been gone for months, Mom. If you were really worried you would have issued a missing person’s report.” She steps back like I slapped her, clearly not expecting me to talk back to her, but I no longer have any misconceptions. Now that I am about to be a mom, I can’t imagine doing to my child what she did and almost allowed to happen to me. I would die for this baby inside of me.

“Well anyway, now that I have found you, you can help your mama out.” She says it like it is a forgone conclusion. One I am happy to disprove her of.

“I have nothing to help you with,” I tell her.

“Sure you do. I know you have been living with those rich bastards on the hill. I see you were smart enough to get yourself knocked up. I know they have to be taking care of you.” I knew she knew I wasn’t lost or something, but it still hurts knowing she didn’t care until she needed something.

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