Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Dance, Fucker Dance (Emily's POV)

*Two and a half weeks later*

I rolled out of bed as I turned my alarm clock off. I yawned, then looked back at Jack - still sound asleep. I chuckled to myself, then meandered my way to the bathroom. I did what had to be done, then walked back into our room, then into the closet. I fumbled through my clothes until I found my red skinny jeans, my black converse, then I decided I was going to wear one of Jack's shirts today. I wound up grabbing his black and red "Boner" shirt, then chuckled to myself again as I made my way back to the bathroom.

I stripped, then slipped my red skinny jeans on, my bra, then Jack's shirt. It was just a little big on me, so I slung part of it off my shoulder, then tied the bottom with a rubber band so it'd for me better. I slipped my socks on, them stood up and nearly vomited at the sight of my makeup-less self. I reached for my eyeliner, carefully running it under my eye, then the top, resulting in perfect-looking wings. I applied a little mascara, then decided I should tackle my hair. I took it out of the bun it had been in since at least two days ago, then ran my fingers through it. I parted it the way I wanted, and really, it looked good. It had the perfect amount of curliness and waviness to just make it flow. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, then decided to take the rubber band off the shirt. I adjusted it, then left the shirt like it was; still slung off my shoulder and flowing just a little past my waist. (Because you guys totally care about what she's wearing, right? Ugh. This so so shitty so far holy frick guys)

I grabbed my clothes and threw them in the hamper, then grabbed my converse. I sat on the chair and slipped them in, then quietly walked over to the bed. I got within inches of Jack's snoring face.

"Wake up!" I shouted, making him jump.

"Ah! Ah! Mommy! momm-" he shouted, still thrashing around in the bed, then relaxing when he saw it was me. "Oh, you're an ass."

"Don't go crying to your mama," I laughed. "Oh wait, too late."

"You suck," he chuckled as he ran his hands over his face.

"Basically," I agreed, shrugging my shoulders.

"But I love it," he smirked, grabbing my waist and pulling me into the bed.

"Good," I smiled as I kissed him. "but you need to get ready."

"But it's so early," he whined, letting go of me.

"Babe, it's eleven forty-five," I chuckled.

"Exactly my point," he said as he flipped himself over, now lying on his stomach with his face buried in the pillow.

"Just get up," I smirked, smacking his ass, then running out of the room.

I walked down the stairs, then into the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, then grabbed the milk from the fridge. I poured it on the cereal, then put it back. I sat down at the half-wall, then started eating, pulling up twitter on my phone as I did so.

"Babe?" Jack yelled from our room a few minutes later.

"Yeah?" I yelled back, mouth half full of cereal.

"Did you take my Boner shirt?" he yelled.

"Maybe," I smirked as I yelled back.

"You little shit!" he laughed. "I was going to wear that today."

"Wear your Jagk one!" I said.

"Can I just crawl inside the shirt with you?" he asked.

"Eh, probably not," I laughed.

I heard him chuckle from upstairs, then I returned to my cereal. I soon finished, then cleaned up. I went into the living room and sat down. I was still on my phone, but I was texting Jaimee now. She was driving over here to get Jack and I to basically just spend a day together, shopping. It was nearing noon, so she said she had to go. I put my phone in my pocket, then wondered why Jack hadn't come down yet. I groaned as I got up from the couch, then walked back up the stairs.