Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 116

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She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5

Chapter 116

Karleigh's POV

Aunt Jocelyn is talking my ear off with complaints, as soon as I'm out of Harry's car.

"Why would you leave without telling me? I was worried sick! Karleigh!" The rest of her blubbering fades into white noise as I ignore her.

My feet absentmindedly carry me up the driveway and into the house. Aunt Jocelyn follows closely behind me, trailing behind me down the hallway that leads to my room. Her mouth is still releasing a stream of questioning demands and what not.

I whirl around as I step across the threshold of my bedroom. "Alright, Jesus! I get it!" I scream directly in Aunt Jocelyn's face. She seems startled, but I couldn't give a shit considering she's the one who needed an answer from me anyways.

Her expression is blank and I close the door in her face, locking it. "I'll be out in ten minutes." I call through the door.

The door to my closet is cracked open and I push it aside. Few clothes hang inside of it and I groan to myself, remembering what Aunt Joc said about the rest of my clothes being at the sorority house I was living in.

You'd think someone would've thought to bring back my clothes when I was in a three month long coma. I roll my eyes. A frustrated groan pours from my lips as I shuffle through all of the clothes, only showing me fucking crop tops.

I grab a pair of tights, shimming them up my legs. Another side affect of being pregnant, I can't wear my jeans, otherwise they'll jab down into my stomach.

A bra laying on the floor catches my attention, and I remove the baggy white shirt from my body so I can put on my bra.

The bra is fairly tight against my skin and I sigh in aggravation, pushing my way out of the closet so I can enter my bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror with my shirt off and a pair of red tights, I comb my long hair back into a high ponytail. Stabbing a small pair of white earrings into my lobes, I turn and flick the bathroom light off.

I make my way to my bedroom door, unlocking it and letting myself out into the hallway. Padding towards Aunt Jocelyn's room, I release a long sigh, guilt starting to fill me at the though of apologizing.

My hand connects with her door and it swings open.

She doesn't seem at all shocked that I'm standing in her doorway shirtless, she's seen me naked countless times, and I'm not very modest. Her blue eyes refuse to look me in the eyes, and she stares past me.

"I'm sorry." I sigh. "I think it's the hormones, but that's no excuse. I'm sorry." I repeat.

She looks at me this time, something gleaming in her eyes, but it's not pity.

"Why are you shirtless?" She asks, a small smile growing across her face, and I know she's forgiven me.

"All I have is god damn crop tops, can I borrow a shirt?" I helplessly request.

She grabs one of my hands and drags me towards her closet, which is much more full compared to mine. "I see you're wearing tights, jeans getting a little tight huh?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"We can shop for you some clothes after your appointment. Your bra's pretty tight too, all the milk that's filling up inside your tits." She grins. I nod in agreement, but flick her off with my middle finger.

I grab a white blouse that has red polka dots on it, and slip it over my head. The shirt drapes over me in a flattering way the hides my bloated pregnant tummy fairly well.