Naughty by Nature Starring Karma (On Hold)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

*6 Months Into Pregnancy*

I woke up this morning without the need to run to the toilet for once. I slipped on my baggy shirt and sweat pants before heading upstairs, someone was cooking and rocking out to ‘Thrift Shop’ by Macklemore. “I’m gonna pop some tags, only got 20 dollars in my pocket.” I sang with the song, J turned around quickly grabbing his chest. “Did I scare the shit out of you?” I laughed.

“Yes, you pregnant little bitch!” He snapped.

“Hey, them are fightin words whore!” I put my fist up acting as if I would punch him any second.

“Sit your ass down woman, I made pancakes… How are you feeling? I can tell you are starting to show bad.” He said eyeballing my enlarged belly.

“I feel great, and yes I know I am fat!” I snapped at his dumbass.

“Have you talked to him?” He handed me a plate full of food.

I got up to get the butter and syrup, “Nope… Been avoiding him like the damn plague.”

“Is that why he has been in such a pissy mood?” He said sitting down next to me with his own plate. Soon voices came from upstairs as they made their way down and into the kitchen. It was a gorgeous red head and D, my heart sunk at the sight of the two together.

D stopped when he saw me, “Paula!” He said sternly, “And here I thought you were dead.”

“Not yet.” I mumbled as my phone went off.

-You okay? - J

-Yep! - P

-Sure? - J

-Well, this pregnancy is make me awfully horny J - P

-Ya know, I could help with that ;) - J

-I may have to take you up on that offer: p – P

“So when are you due?” The red head asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I asked scared I heard her correctly.

“What?” D asked confused, “Brina what do you mean due?”

“Your roommate is pregnant,” she looked at me. “You are pregnant, right?” She asked worried she had just called me fat.

I looked at J, who was just rubbing his forehead. Thanks for the help buddy, “Uhm… about 4 months left. The doctor said January 1.” I couldn’t even look at D, I could feel the anger radiate off him

“Are you pregnant?” D growled at me, “Paula!”

“Yes… yes, I am 6 months pregnant.” I answered holding back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

“Are you fucking joking me; is this the reason you have been avoiding me?” I couldn’t answer; all I did was stare at my plate. “Huh? Who is the father?”

The million dollar question, I felt J grab my hand under the island counter. “I don’t know.” I whispered.

“Great! Oh my god, I am so pissed… I was wondering why you asked to put behind the bar…” He rand his hand through his hair, “All you strippers are the same… Fucking sluts (No offense to strippers- I luv you allJ)

“Hey!” J yelled, “P is not a slut… She slept with some DUMBASS one time.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled back. “P you are no longer allowed to work at the bar.” I nodded my head finally lifting my eyes to his, “And I want you out of the house by the end of the week.” Sadness crossed his face as the words fell from his lips.