Meeting Mr. Gang Leader ✔️

Chapter 26- Chloes p.o.v.

Six and a half months later

I waddled over to the fridge, opening the freezer and pulling out a box of waffles. I was craving them so bad it hurt. I turned around and looked at Paedro, who was sitting at the kitchen table eating a burger. He glanced up at me and looked down, before looking back up at me.

"Yes?" He asked, taking a bite of his burger.

I smiled at him, holding up the box of waffles and shaking them slightly. He sighed and got up, walking over and grabbing them out of my hand.

"One day you're gonna croak from eating these too much," he grumbled, sulking his way over to the toaster.

I made kissy noises and slowly made me way over to the table, sitting in one the chairs. I snuck a glance over my shoulder at Paedro, and, making sure he wasn't looking, I slowly drug his plate towards me. I practically drooled over the hamburger it looked so good.

I picked it up and bit into it, groaning and turning around to watch Paedro. He snapped his head around towards me, his jaw dropping to floor when he seen what was in my hand.

"That was mine," he whispered.

I took another bite out of it, staring at him the whole time.

"This is so good," I said, swallowing the food that was in my mouth.  "You should make you one."

He pointed at me, steam flowing out of his ears. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"That was mine!" He yelled, stalking over to me and snatching the burger out of my hand.

"Hey!"

He shoved the rest of the burger in his mouth, flipping me off.

"I hope you choke," I said, glaring at him. He flipped me off again before turning around when he heard the sound of the waffles coming up.

I watched him fix my food and eagerly held my hands out for him to put the plate of food in my hand. After he did, he walked over to the fridge and pulled out the whip cream, walking back to me and putting some on my plate.

"You're amazing," I said, digging in.

"I better be," he said, putting the whip cream back. "I'm going up to my room. If you need me, yell my name, okay?"

I nodded, glaring at him when he stole a bite of my waffles. 

••••

I sat on the couch, Jinxx beside me. We were currently staring intently at my stomach, waiting for little Elijah to kick. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at my tummy when I felt him move.

"Are you okay?" Jinxx asked, touching my arm. I waved him off, grabbing the couch pillow beside me and putting it behind my back.

"I'm good. He's just restless."

By that time, Elijah kicked, and I watched as Jinxxs eyes widened. I started laughing uncontrollably. It was like he'd never been around a pregnant woman before.

"How the hell does your stomach stretch out like that?" He asked, placing a hand on my stomach.

I placed my hand on top of his, moving it to where I knew Elijah would kick. When he did, Jinxx yanked his hand back so fast I thought his arm flew off. I glanced up at him, about to say something, but I turned and looked at the front door when it opened.

Sebastian walked in, and honestly, he looked rough. He had grown a beard now, and he had major dark circles underneath his eyes. His eyes looked haunted, liked he'd seen things in the past month you'd wish to never see.