“Good boy,” I say, patting his cheek hard. He knows better.
My phone rings while we are on our way to the doctor. Lenny glances at me when I decline the number.
“It's just Daddy. I'll call him later. He's excited to be back at the university. To think that someone tried to fire him. They should know better.”
Yeah, those bitches got a wake up call when Uncle Bruno paid them a little visit. I wish I could have been there to hear their screams.
You never cross a Kondom.
“Missi,I must insist that you take it easy. You are at risk of preeclampsia,” the doctor says with a sigh.
This twit doesn't know anything! I bet her doctorate isn't even real.
“I am young, strong, and healthy. I'm not ‘at risk’ for anything, except maybe finding a new doctor,” I sneer, taking the paper towel from Lenny and wiping the sticky goo off of my stomach.
Oh, my God, is that a stretchmark?Stupid fucking demon spawn.
“Well, what do I know?” the doctor says with a grumble and looks at Lenny. “No sex, and make sure she rests. Keep her calm. Going off her meds was the worst thing she could have done, and unless you want her to be hospitalized, or for your baby to be born premature, she needs to start taking better care of herself.”
“Hey, bitch!” I snap my fingers in her face until she looks at me. “You don't talk to him! He's not the one growing this parasite. I am. And I said we will be getting a second opinion.”
Stupid fucking bitch.
I climb off the table and don't even bother grabbing my shit. Lenny can get it. I stomp out to the car, wishing I could have a drink. I hate this!
I hate being pregnant. I can't do fucking anything. I have never, and will never, take orders from anyone. Even Daddy lets me do whatever I want.
The car unlocks, and I don't bother looking at Lenny as he climbs in the driver's seat. I hate that I can't drive, but this stupid stomach is getting in the way.
“Missi, I really think we should talk about this,” he starts, but nope.
“And I think you should mind your own fucking business and begin driving. I can't be late to my own party now, can I?”
He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut. Good boy. Maybe he is learning.
Finally,the moment that I've been dreaming about. It's all about me, and no one can say otherwise. Daddy didn't even give me a budget. I can do anything and everything I want.
Lenny helps me into the cheer house and I quickly change into my outfit. Damn, I look hot!
The caterers have already set up and left, and my party planner—Missy, with a y—did a fantastic job of getting the patio the way I wanted it.
There are twinkle lights hanging, and hot pink decorations with gold all over. The pool has been turned into a paradise, with a floating bar, and hot guys in speedos to wait on my friends’ every whims.
Now, all we need are guests. “What time is it?” I ask Lenny as he sulks in a chair by the back door. He sighs, pulling out his phone.
“Practice should be ending soon, Missi,” he grumbles, then looks at me.
I watch as his eyes trail from the pearls around my neck, down to the skimpy little bikini I’m wearing, showing off my bump perfectly, before ending with the see-thru sarong that's wrapped around my waist.
I know I look hot. I even managed to squeeze my swollen feet into the four inch heels I had bought for our engagement party, but never got to wear.
“Don’t you think a pool party for your baby shower is a little much? Especially having it here at the cheer house? We aren’t welcome here anymore, Mis.” My temper rises at being reminded of how that bitch and her harem kicked me out.
“This is my house, my team, and it always will be, Lenny!” I snap, curling my lip at his audacity.
Just because that bitch kicked me off the team, it doesn’t mean I’m going to disappear. I own the Black Widows, just like I own Lenny.
“Right, I'm sorry. Take some deep breaths. Remember what the doctor said.”
