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H.E.R  C H A P T E R 37

|Months Later|
•Christina•

"Wassup fat momma." I felt Jordan arms wrap around my waist, and rest right on my big belly. I was now 5 months pregnant. Being pregnant is a beautiful thing if you ask me, but the cramps, swollen feet, and back pain is the part I hate the most. And let's not forget my bladder, I have to go every ten minutes. Literally.

"Jordan." I rolled my eyes turning around. "Stop calling me that, I don't like that name." Ever since I got big, that's all he call me now. It's not even 'fat butt' no more, it's 'big momma'.

"Stop whining." He pecked my lips. "You my fat momma." He walked away from me looking around. "I like what you doing what the store, it's looking real nice."

"Thank you baby, I did it all by myself." I smiled feeling good.

"I know. I'm proud of you baby." He came over to me . "But you need to be resting. You been in here everyday of the week, you gotta chill fat momma. Give it a break, Ard?" He eyed me, then pecking my lips afterwards.

"Okay." I sighed. "I'm just so excited, I wanna' get it Don't right now."

"I know that feeling. That's how I was when I opened my club up, I was working everyday getting shit ready."

"Then why I can't do it then?"I put my hands on my hip looking up at him.

"You pregnant, I wasn't. But you already know smart ass." He grabbed my tote. "Come on get ya keys and turn off the light. We leaving."

"Where we going?" I grabbed my keys then shutting off the light.

"We're going to Subway to get something to eat, then we going to the mall for the baby clothes."

"Why Subway? They sandwiches are not that good."  I looked down at my watch seeing it was going on 4. I did not know I spent that much time in the shop.

"Then where you wanna' go then?" We both began walking toward his car.

"Umm, I was thinking Burger King." I was craving a whopper sandwich with a large fry, ten piece nugget, and a large fruit punch.

"No....no,  that's all you know is fast food. The doctor already told you, you gotta' ease up on that. She said sometimes you can have it, and sometimes you gotta' eat right." He made sure I was buckled up, and then he got into the car.

"What the fuck does the doctor know? She don't know shit, she was busy looking at ya stupid ass." I rolled my eyes. Every time we go to our doctor appointments, all her ugly ass do is eye Jordan down like I don't see her ass.

He squinted his eyes at me. "Christina, I'm not gone tell you again. You getting real reckless wit' ya mouth." He started the car up. "Now I'm not gone ask you again, what do you want? Because if you don't answer me we both getting Subway."

"I don't want nothing else but Burger King. That doctor can't tell me what to eat. I know what my baby like, and what she doesn't like. I got a list in my phone on what she don't like."

He sucked his teeth. "How in the hell you know what she like Christina?"

"Because, the last two times I ate egg salad I threw up."

"Oh my goddd." He threw his head back looking up at the ceiling. "Christina just because you ate that, that doesn't mean she don't like it."

"Yes it does. And the other day when I ate garlic bread with my spaghetti, I had to throw up also."

"She probably didn't like the spaghetti Christina!" He clapped his hands together. I can tell he was getting mad, but I didn't care. I want BK.

"First of all. She loves my spaghetti, I never threw up when I ate it regular. But as soon as I ate it with the bread, I threw up." I rolled my eyes sitting back.

"Whatever man. I'm not about to argue withcu'." He pulled off.

Within 15 minutes we pulled up in Burger King drive thru.

"Whatchu' want?" He bit into his nasty tuna sandwich that was stinking up the car.

"Oh, your gonna' order it?"

"Yeah, all that leaning over here shit. I don't got time for it." He shook his head pulling up behind the car.

"Okay. Well I want the whopper sandwich, no mayo because the baby don't like it, large fry, a large fruit punch and the ten piece nugget with honey mustard sauce."

He shook his head pulling up next to place my order in.

"What Jordan?" I turned toward him.

"Did I say anything?" He furrowed his eyebrows throwing his hands up. "Damn." He turned toward the mic and began placing my order in.

"But you were thinking something, I'm not stupid." I rolled my eyes picking up his sprite taking a sip.

After a couple of minutes we finally pulled up to the window to get my food. He gave the lady a $20 dollar bill and she gave him his change back. "Thank you."

After the lady gave us our food, I made sure everything was in here, and we finally pulled off. Now we were on our way to the mall, to buy our little princess some things.

"Let me get a nugget." Jordan reached his crusty hands over in my bag, but I quickly popped his hand.

"No. All that shit you talked to me, You is not getting none of my food." I shook my head dipping my fry in some honey mustard, then stuffing it in my mouth.

"I wasn't even talking shit. I was just looking out, now give me some nuggets."

"What do you mean some. You only getting two, I barely ate." I put two nuggets in his hand.

"Put some sauce on it baby, damn. You see I'm driving." He handed me the nuggets back.

"Jordan you don't have to get smart." I dipped his nugget in the mustard, then feeding him it.

"I'm not getting smart fat momma." He reached over and rubbed my stomach.

I smirked a little and continued to feed him, some of my nuggets.

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"I need a bath." I threw my tote on the bed. "Baby, can you come take off my heels for me, please?"

"Stop wearing these damn heels." He got on his knees and began taking them off. "I already told ya ass that, you ain't gone pay me no mind until ya feet start swelling up. Watch." He talked shit, I don't even know why he even lecturing me. Imma' still wear them.

"Okay." I silently rolled my eyes.

"I already know ya hardheaded ass not paying me no mind. It's all good, I can't wait to ya feet swoll the fuck up." He threw my heels in the closet.

"I am paying you some mind." I was lying. Imma' throw some heels on tomorrow.

"Whatever man. You wanna' shower with me?" He began walking toward the bathroom.

"Yeah baby, hold on." I grabbed my scrunchie and put my hair in a ponytail.

Walking into the bathroom, Jordan was already in.

"Why you didn't wait for me?" I took off my shirt, and then my jeans. After that I hopped in the shower with him.

"Mhmm. My baby." Jordan wrapped his arms around my waist hugging me, I put my hands over his.

"You came up with any names? Because I still don't know what to name her yet."

"Baby, you only 6 months you got time to name her." He kissed my neck.

"I know. But I just want to be prepared, like I really don't know what should I name her."

"Let's not focus on that right now." He kissed all over my neck rubbing my left boob.

"No babe." I turned around facing him. "I really want to be prepared with everything, I don't want to be in the delivery room, and they ask me what's her name and I'm just sitting there like a dickhead."

He just gave me a dull look.

"Seriously babe." I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him, well as close as I can because my stomach was blocking me.

"Ard. We gone talk about it later, right now I'm tryna' focus on something else." He bent down and we both shared a hot intense sloppy kiss.

"Bend over." He pecked me one last time, and I turned right around waiting for him to enter me.

I bit my lip holding onto the wall right as I can, because I know he was about to give my ass some powerful strokes.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb for a while, then he finally entered me. We both moaned together.

"Fuck." He groaned holding my hips and began thrusting into me.

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"I was thinking, since you having my baby and shit. You should just move in wit' me? All that staying the night shit is a dub." He shook his head eating a grape.

Even though, I stay at Jordan house majority of the time. I still paid the bills, but they really wasn't a lot because I was barely there.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing. But is just like, I brought that place on my own, I just don't want to give it up."

"Understood." He nodded.

"And plus what if we get in a argument, and you kick me out?"

He scrunched his face up eyeing me. "Why the fuck would I kick you out? Now you talking out ya ass right now yo." He shook his head.

I chuckled lowly. "I'm just saying. But I have a lot of stuff Jordan."

"Ard, so what, me Trenton and Q, can move ya shit. You don't need all that furniture shit anyway, cause I got furniture."

I nodded. "Yeah, you're right. For once." I grabbed a pineapple out of the bowl.

"Yeah, I'm always right. You found out whatchu' gone name ya place. It's almost done, you just gotta' hire the people, you need a name."

"I know." I sighed. "I just don't know what to name it, like I have no clue at all." I was thinking about so many names, but they all seemed to be corny and un-interested.

"What some of the names you got?" He turned toward me.

"Here." I stood up going over to my drawer and handed him my notepad of all the names I had written down.

"Fat momma, don't take no offense. But these names corny ashit'."

I snatched the book from him. "Jordan don't you think I know that? That exactly why I didn't wanna' show you."

"Ard, Ard Chill." He chuckled pulling me into his lap. "I can come up wit' a name for you. You should've asked me, I got a whole club."

"Whatever." I mumbled rolling my eyes. "Move this bowl, I'm bout to go to sleep, it's getting late."

"What time is it?" He moved the bowl off the bed sitting it on the table beside the bed.

I picked my phone up. "It's 12:38, baby. Come on, I'm ready for bed." I laid down wrapping his arms around my belly, This was a everyday routine for us. We sleep like this every night.

"I love you fat momma." He kissed my ear, snuggling closer to me.

"I love you too baby."

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-LegendProductions 💕