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Jordan's POV
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November 12th
They say a lot of things change about a woman's body when she's with child but this is beyond me.
I expected her eating habits to change and for her to be a little more cranky a lot more frequently but her sex drive was the last thing on my mind.
Kind of...
She wanted to go all night. That's usually my role.
Now she has me making all types of nonsense. Hummus on pancakes. Something about the sweet and savory flavor she claims.
I don't know how she does it. Just the smell of it...
Prince agrees by the look of his face.
I hear something knocking the stairs and I hurry towards it. Not so much to my surprise, she's bringing her bag down when I specifically told her to leave it to me.
"Gabby, didn't I tell you-" I walk half way up the stairs and take it from her hands before bringing it to the bottom.
"It's just my carry-on," she says rolling her eyes.
"Still," I say as she gets to the bottom.
She holds her bottom lip between her teeth and then pecks my lips...playing my game.
"Sorry, hush," she says smiling. I hate it when she says that. It doesn't mean the same thing to her as it means to me apparently. I grab her and tickle her.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Okay...okay...stop it, Jordan. I said I'm sorry," she says giggling. I release her and she adjusts her hair. The hair that she straightened this morning after I asked her not to.
"Gosh," she says glaring at me.
"Go 'gosh' that breakfast before we miss our flight," I say slapping her ass. She chuckles and walks over to the island.
She looks at what I made and looks disappointed.
"What?"
"Nothing," she says.
"Gabby, what?"
"Thank you for this but I kind of don't want this anymore," she responds and I chuckle. I don't know how she planned on eating that to begin with.
"Really," I say squinting my eyes and she giggles.
"That wasn't me. That was this person," she says pointing at her stomach. Her little scapegoat in everything.
"What do you want?" I ask her.
"Donuts," she says smiling from ear to ear...and batting those damn eyelashes.
I wasn't going to deny her but now I can hardly think of a response.
"Okay. We can get some on our way," I tell her and she blows me a kiss. I shake my head and start bringing the bags out to the car.
I have one small suitcase although I've spent a week here. Not that I lacked anything because the majority of the things Gabby has are mine.
I finish packing and Gabby brings Diamond and Prince outside. They both take a dip into the snow before coming over to me.
"They're going to get all that shit in the truck," Gabby sighs.
"It's okay. It's not mine," I smile taking the leashes and she shakes her head. I put them into the car and Gabby is still standing on her phone.
Even though I already opened her door.
"Baby," I call and she looks up at me.
"Hold on. Dame is supposed to come and get the keys," she says and I'm reminded of the fact that she was renting the place from him.
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Frequencies
Romantizm*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes...
