Page 16 of Pregnant By the Joc

“They don’t give me money and I would never accept it if they tried.” She sneers at me.

“Stupid girl. You are carrying a pocketbook in your belly. Did I not teach you anything?” Heather puts her hand on my arm.

“Come on Rip. You don’t need this.” She attempts to pull me away but my mom steps in my path.

“Fine. Give me that ring on your finger and I will leave you alone. It has to be worth a couple hundred thousand at least.” I doubt it cost that much but even if it did I wouldn’t care.

“I am not giving you my engagement ring. So you can smoke it up, snort it up. Just leave me alone.” Before I know what is coming she slaps me across my face, sending me stumbling back, holding my face in shock.

“Selfish bitch. I gave you life and a place to stay. You owe me.” Pissed she had the nerve to touch me, I step toward her, but Heather stops me. She moves in front of my mom, pulls her arm back, I shout her name to stop her, but it is too late. Her fist meets my mom’s face. I watch as she falls to the floor, out cold.

“Holy shit, Heather!” She holds her hand and smiles a little.

“I’m sorry. I had to do it. She fucking hit you. You’re pregnant!” she yells, lunging for my mom again. I grip her arm and pull her back.

“Thank you. I am going to call Mila. You get security. I am going to press charges.” She nods and heads that way.

My hand stalls on the phone, allowing myself a breather. This is like a moment of mourning. I am letting go of whatever I held onto in respect to my mother. She was never my mom. She simply gave birth to me.

I text Mila and tell her where we are. Mall security comes with Heather and lifts my still dazed mom to her feet, placing her hands in zip ties. Mila shows up at the right time. “Oh my word. Let me see your face.” She turns my chin and looks at my mom disapprovingly. “Nothing, some ice won’t fix, but I am afraid my son is going to lock you in the house from now on unless you are with him.” Attempting to smile, I nod my head because I know she is right and to be honest, given my track record, I wouldn’t argue about it. What the hell else could go wrong?

We arrive at the police station and Cobi’s dad is there. Turning the corner, I see Cobi there pacing back and forth. He sees me and storms over, holding my face. “What the fuck?” he screams seeing the mark on my face. “I know she is your mom, angel but right now she is just a coked-out bitch who hit my woman. I want her charged.” Cobi shouts at his dad.

“Son, calm down. We are going to take care of this. Ripley are you alright?” I look toward Cobi wondering if I should answer, but I feel like honesty is best.

“My face is just sore. I can feel it swelling. But other than that I am fine.” His fists ball up and I step up behind him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He spins and pulls me to his chest.

“You are never fucking leaving the house without me again,” he says into my hair, before placing his hand on my stomach. I can’t help giggling thinking this is exactly what me and mom said would happen. “How’s my son?” I glare at him for assuming it is a boy.

“Our daughter is fine.” This is a daily argument.

“It is a boy. No way in hell God would give me a girl,” he growls before kissing me. My stomach chooses that moment to remind me I haven’t eaten yet. “You hungry baby?”

“Yeah a little.” He turns to his dad.

“You got this?” His dad nods. “Good. I am taking her to eat and then home.” He leans down to whisper in my ear. “So then I can have dessert.” And now I need new underwear.

ChapterTwelve

Ripley

Four Weeks Later

Seven Months Pregnant

“How do I look?” Turning around from my place in front of the mirror, I look at Cobi’s face and have my answer. His eyes convey love, but the set of his jaw and the flaring of his nose shows hunger and possession. He moves towards me, licking his lips and rubbing his hands down his face.

“You look like mine, baby. You look like a feast placed in my path, waiting to be devoured.” Holy hell. I just put on panties but now they are wet and sticking to my throbbing lips. His hands move over my huge belly and rub it before kissing it. “How’s my son?” He looks at me up and down like a morsel to be eaten and seriously, as hot and wet as I am right now, I would lay on this floor and spread my legs if it weren't for..

“Ripley darling, are you ready?” His mother comes up the stairs and stops, realizing she might have interrupted something that would be NSFM. I can’t help but blush because lately since I have gotten bigger, we have been combustible. There has been no wall, floor, closet or room that has been safe from the heat we have been generating.

“Yeah, Mom, she's ready<” Cobi says, kissing my neck and grabbing my hand.

“Excellent. Oh sweet girl, you look stunning.” She put her hands together in a clapping motion. I look down at myself and beside the fact I can barely see my feet, I do feel pretty in this dress. The other day Mila, Heather, Siddah and I all went dress shopping for today, my baby shower. We tried on dozens of dresses and all of them made me feel like a whale, until the blush pink one.

The dress comes past the knees, where it is fitted all the way up into a one shoulder ruched fit piece of glory all in jersey material. The one shoulder has a huge pink rose on the shoulder which is the theme of my shower/ gender reveal party. I am wearing some cute pink gym shoes to top it off. I feel badass, even if my ass is waddling. “Is there anything you need me to do?” I ask, walking down the stairs with Cobi.

“Absolutely not. You and my son are our guests of honor. Each guest is receiving a mist popper when they come in so they can participate in the gender reveal. People are starting to arrive, so I need you both downstairs.” I nod coming to the landing and look around.

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