Runaway Husband

19: The Club

"Mornin," I mumble to Anita, who is finally back from her long term vacation in Jamaica. It's too early for pleasantries. I'd rather be back in bed, cuddling Andy for the little amount of time I have with him anymore. He's been working nonstop on this case and I've been too scared to even ask him about it. I guess they might have tied Ezra to another case? I don't know, I don't understand it much. I don't think Ezra is out killing people at random but he's probably the one that killed...yeah. Her.

I throw on my apron and wrap the strings around twice, resting above my bump. I feel like a fucking whale. When was the last time I saw my dick? I waddle and pick up a tray but instantly get smacked with rolled up newspaper.

"Have you eaten yet baby?"

I pout my lips and shake my head. "I'm not hungry ma'am."

"Remi Turner I'll beat your cute little butt if you don't eat!"

I chuckle and duck from another hit of Anita's newspaper. She's such a sassy old lady. All golden with no tan lines. I shudder at the thought. I hope I have as much spunk as her when I'm her age. The diner is still relatively empty so I take care of the 3 four tops, some left over bar hoppers that look like they will pass out soon. I chuckle, there won't be any tips from them.

After refilling their Cokes and Dr Peppers, I sit back down behind the counter and a plate is shoved in front of me, making me jump.

"Andy just called and asked me if you have eaten and he told me to make you eat this or he will come here and force feed you."

I look down at the warmed up muffin and giggle. "Miss Anita what are you doing talking to my boyfriend about me?"

"I've known Andy since, well," she ponders a bit, looking up to the ceiling. Crazy old bat. "Seems like forever now. Hm, it really has been awhile! Anywho, he is my adopted son and this is now my grandbaby so we will both make sure you are taking care of yourself Blondie!"

I break off a piece of the warm muffin and drop it in my mouth, moaning at the taste. Fuck I love chocolate chip muffins. The baby approves too at least for now. I'll probably be throwing up at the end of my shift.

"You two are crazy," I smile, putting a heavy hand on my tummy. The baby is wiggling up a storm.

"You haven't seen crazy yet boy."

I'm sure I haven't.

The chime goes off and a cute family walks in, all in their pajamas. I smile as I grab 4 kid menus and crayons with 2 adult menus. I don't know, I kind of wish I was them. They look so happy. I don't know how in the hell they manage with four fucking kids though. The oldest looks maybe ten? And the youngest is a toddler in footie pajamas. Huh. Will my little girl be running around in little footie jammies or a princess dress? Or maybe she would be naked and poor and dirty because her mommy is a broke worthless person who had his best friend killed.

Wait, shut up Remi. Stop fucking thinking this way. Your baby will be well provided for and happy and loved.

Or Andy will decide to make you two leave when she's born because he isn't the father.

No! He would never, would he? Will the thought make him change his mind on us? Worry starts to knaw through me and my stomach feels upset. I shouldn't have eaten that muffin. I fake a smile and lay down all the menus, the kids all have messy bed head. It's so cute.

"I want choccy milk!" The little boy says proudly, his brown curls everywhere.

"I want chocolate milk please!" The oldest smiles, her hair up in a messy bun. Oh her unicorn pajamas are so cute!