The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Bed of Lies

Leah's pov

I moan feeling Jord's lips on my neck. He lays comfortably between my legs, his hands groping my thighs. I couldn't help but think of Sugar. Sugar was doing this to me. But all of that would come crashing back to reality each time I felt his animal like fangs brush over my skin. 

My stomach felt like it was turning in knots, quite literally. The baby was kicking, tossing and turning as if we were disturbing it's sleep. Jord notices, feeling the baby kick against his stomach.

He pulls away and brushes his hand over my moving baby bump.

"Someones hungry."he says quietly, smiling.

"S-sorry, it demands pickles."i blush, speaking quietly.

"Pickles?"he chuckles, standing up.

I nod as he straightens out his shirt.

"I'll be back"he smiles as he walks out of the room.

As soon as he closes the door, I grab a pillow and scream into it in pain.

"MY BOOOBBBSS"

They throbbed as if they were about to burst. I groan and roll out of bed, the baby seemingly using my bladder as a soccer ball. I grunt as i walk, every step making my boobs hurt even worse as i walk towards the bathroom. I get to the bathroom and lean on the counter and groan. But then, my boobs suddenly feel less tender, and my chest has a new, warm sensation. 

"Oh god."i slowly look up to the mirror, seeing the continuously growing dark spots on my chest.

"I'm lactating. I'm lactating. I'm lactating."i repeat to myself.

. . .. . . .. 

Jord's pov

I walk down the stairs and towards the kitchen, in the dining room I see Ethan balling up paper next to his ears.

"You don't have to make the sound so close to your ears, kid."I say, making him jump.

"You don't look British"he says.

"I'm not, I'm English."i laugh, stopping in front of him.

He looks up at me.

"Why did you do this?"he asks quietly.

"Because your father was a pollack and he didn't deserve you."i say, folding my arms.

He looks down at his hands.

"He knew about the cysts."he says, making me nod.

He looks back up at me.

"I'm glad you killed him. I'm glad he's dead."he says, making me smile.

"Are you?"i chuckle as I walk into the kitchen.

I see a friend of mine and instantly groan.

"Could you have come at a worse time, Mr. Centineo?"i ask, walking towards the fridge.

"We have a problem, Jord."he says, leaning against the counter.

"I, am about to spoon feed my pregnant wife to be pickles and crackers, can out issue wait?"i ask opening the fridge.

"Jimmy is missing, Jord. He attempted to kill Joe, and failed, then he disappeared."he says.

"Just use the bloody tracking implant to find him."i groan.

He pulls a small plastic bag out of his pocket that was labeled as crime scene evidence.

"He cut it out of his neck. Found it in officer Dinicol's hospital room."he says.

I groan as I slam the pickles down on the counter.

"Can you do anything right? Genuinely. Your stressing me Mr. Centineo."i say folding my arms.

"Your stressed? Imagine what I'm going through, I'm keeping my guys off your back, the mayor is in my ass about the murder rate, and now, 2 of my best officers and your dumb assassin are missing. Vanished into thin air, poof."he says, making me roll my eyes.

"Listen to me, you idiot."i chuckle, walking towards him.

"Last i checked you were on my payroll, that makes me your boss. And your boss is telling you to find them, and kill them. All of them, or i'm going to string you and your family up by your ankles and let my new son gut you like the stupid little minion fish that you are. Have i made myself clear?"i ask.

"Crystal"he responds.

"Good, now get out of my house."i smile.

He steps back and then turns, leaving the room. I roll my eyes, picking up the pickles and walking out of the Kitchen.

"Ethan, go give these to Leah, suddenly i have an issue to tend to."i say, handing him the jar.

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Ethan's pov

I walk up the stairs towards Leah's room. I knock before opening the door. I see that she's not in bed, and i hear her whimpering from the bathroom. I walk up to the bathroom door.

"Leah?"i ask, gently knocking on the door.

 It opens slightly and i see her sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Her shirt was wet and her cheeks were red.

"Leah?"i ask.

She looks up at me.

"oh. hi eth."she says before sniffling.

"What's wrong?"i ask stepping into the bathroom.

She chuckles and shakes her head.

"I'm a mess."she chuckles.

I feel the hormonal scream coming.

"No your not"i chuckle.

"I'm covered in breast milk, and I look like mojo jojo"she whimpers.

"That's nothing! It's just the baby, that's all it is."i say kneeling down next to her. 

"I just made out with Jord, for like 30 minutes straight. And i'm not sure if it was my hormones, because usually i'd never do that! And the baby was kicking so hard and-and then my boobs started hurting and i stood up and leaked a gallon onto the floor."she whined.

"Maybe you just need to relax a little? Hm? Just relax?"i suggest.

"YOU TRY TO RELAX WITH YOUR GUTS BEING SHOVED UP INTO YOUR RIBCAGE!"she yells, making me jump.

"How about a bath?!"i suggest.

"OH SURE! LET ME SOAK IN HOW FAT I LOOK!"she yells.

Ah, there's the hormonal scream.

"Maybe some sleep? How about a nap?! Let's just get you cleaned up and-"she cuts me off.

"EVERYTHING SMELLS TERRIBLE I CAN"T SLEEP WITH THAT SMELL!"

Jord's pov

I make it up the stairs just in time to see Ethan being thrown out of Leah's room.

"There is no reason you should be that strong!"Ethan calls back to her.

The glass pickle jar is hurled at him and he dodges it, letting it smash against the wall.

"IT'S NOT MUSCLE! IT'S FAT!"Leah screams before slamming the door.

Ethan looks at me with wide eyes.

"Um, i would not suggest going in there at the moment."he says.

"You think? I just witnessed her man handle you, imagine what she'll do to me"i say.

"JOOORRRDDDYYYY!"Leah screams.

I huff as Ethan walks past me, patting my shoulder.

"Good luck with that."he says.