There were sketches of skyscrapers hanging proudly upon the white walls in frames. A Black leather sectional and love seats surrounded a gigantic flat screen T.V. with an impressive sound system. The opulent kitchen held granite counter tops and black stainless steel appliances. There was a game room with an xbox360 and a PlayStation3 with a Bullard table and every game possible that could be played in a room. Three guest's rooms with opulent furniture and a massive master bed room that held all my clothes coupled with his. Speaking of clothes, they were nicely folded and put away in drawers even my panties and bras. Seriously, when did he get time to do this? Everything throughout the house was black and white– quite similar to his wardrobe– with hardwood floors. The house was 3,000 square ft. with four bedrooms and three baths.

The den or a man cave held another huge flat screen and a huge bar and poker table. Jericho's house was immaculate and cleaned, smelling like nothing other cleaning solutions and him. He said he built it himself from the ground– up and wasn't done. This house was his little project. I was cool and blown away by everything until he showed me the nursery that was still in progress. I just stared at it blankly. It was in unisex colors because of course we didn't know if it was going to be girl or boy.

"I was thinking about naming our baby Jordan..." he said gazing around the room with pride. My mouth dropped open as I read the lettering on the wall that said Jordan. His mind was clearly made up. Was Mackayla right? Am I his puppet? He pulls a string and I move because every decision was made by him. Jericho was a man of action. He doesn't ask– he just gets the things he wants, including me. I feel like I'm just a passenger in a little wagon Jericho has been pulling for the past weeks.

"Do you like it, bae? You've gone very silent." He was gazing down at me while I looked up at him. Did he just call me bae? I smile and nod. The nursery really was beautiful. Our kid was going to be spoiled... by Jericho that is. He chuckled and picked me up and kissed me. "Dinner time."

"It's like four 'o clock," I said.

"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Jordan."

"Well excuse me," I chuckled. He placed me down on my feet and bent to kiss my stomach.

"If it's a girl, I feel bad for any man who's gonna date her... They won't live long enough." Ah shit. He was already talking about killing our daughter's dates.

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"Jericho, this is way too much food!" I sat at the breakfast nook surrounded by three different dishes of food.

"Check this out, babe," Jericho said, ignoring my protest. He starts typing away on his phone then shows me the screen. "An app to track the weeks in our pregnancy. It even gives us information about the development of our baby."

Oh. My. God. Really?

I took a fork full of salad putting into my mouth, chewing like a cow as I gave Jericho a deadpan look. "Oh really, that's awesome," I said in my counterfeit excited tone. He smiles reaching over the counter caressing my stomach.

"I didn't expect it to happen so soon..." His eyes were so bright with glee it was ridiculous.

"Yeah, a little too soon," I mumbled. His smile falls and I instantly regretted it, wincing. A man like him, capable of joy was just so astounding in itself. And the fact that I was the cause of it gave me a sort of responsibility to keep him this way.

"You're not excited about the baby."

I sigh. "I am it's just... I'm not ready to be some kid's momma." If "Jordan" comes out like you we're gonna have some serious problems, is what I didn't say. No way little Jordan was going to be building traps with his or her dad specifically for torturing and killing people. Jericho walks around to the breakfast nook and takes my face into both of his hands, kissing me. His kisses never fail to get my heart rate going into overdrive.

"Listen, I'm going to be with you every step of the way. So don't trip." Sometimes he was just un-real. "Now eat up, Jordan needs protein," he said cutting a piece of stake and popping it into my mouth. My cellphone rang and Jericho picked it up to answer it and right as he was about to say "hello" I snatched it out of his hand.

"Hello, Pamela." It was Gigi's mother. "What did the doctor say?"

"Mona, her crazy butt wasn't getting the flu shot and she contracted it!" I sighed. "The doctors are gonna keep her in there for who knows how long. She's pretty bad and is asking for you."

"I'll be there soon." We hung up. Jericho cocked a brow. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the keys to his– I mean our BMW.

"Where are you going?"

"To see Gigi. And no you're not coming along."