“Here you go. Would you like to buy these?” The girl returns and I shake my head from my lustrous thoughts.
“Yes, please. Do you gift wrap here at all?” Saves me fucking trying to do it at home.
“Sure.” Once again she disappears out back with the box and I’m left standing there, again, like a complete and utter idiot. Alexis is checking out some killer heels opposite to where I’m stood.
“Babe? They aren’t going to be any good while you’re six months pregnant.” I have to chuckle because I can see she really wants them, but instead, she sighs and places them back on the shelf where she got them from, a look of resignation on her face. I burst out laughing, the woman is a shoe whore.
“That will be a hundred and sixty-five dollars please.” The girl behind the counter says. I hand her my credit card and sigh. That’s a lot of damn money for a pair of boots. He better fucking love them.
“Thank you,” I say, grabbing the bag and my card before calling for Alexis who is still eyeing the darn shoes. Though I have to admit, they’re fucking hot!
“Where to now?” Alexis asks. “Anything else you need to get?”
“Nah, just got to pick up the lighter on the way out then I’m heading back to the house,” I reply, a yawn disorientating me and nearly having me knocked into a couple walking by. “Shit.”
Alexis laughs, holding her prominent baby bump. “If I laugh any more I’m going to pee my panties.”
“Do you want to head to the bathroom?” I ask her. She’s forever needing a piss. It’s hard to take her out and not head to the toilet every five minutes.
“Nah, I’m good at the moment, as long as I don’t laugh.”
After collecting the lighter, we exit the mall. “How did you get here?” I ask Alexis and I shudder at the biting wind.
“Bus. I’m too big to get behind the wheel now. Anyone would think I was having twins with how big I am at just six months gone.” She pats her bump affectionately, smiling.
“I’ll drop you off on the way home. Come on.” I walk off in the direction of my car with Alexis in tow, huffing and puffing dramatically.
“Woman, slow the hell down!” she screeches at me.
“Shit, sorry, honey.” I slow my pace until we’re once again side by side.
“How’s it going with Champ?”
“Yeah, great! Now we have our own place and I wake up to him every morning…I feel my life is almost complete.” I sigh dreamily, knowing I only have a good night’s sleep after being fucked thoroughly.
“Lauren, I can practically hear your thoughts, and I don’t need the images of you two at it like rabbits.” She visibly shudders and I smack her playfully on the arm.
“Hey, you can’t do that, I’m pregnant!” Despite her words she laughs in good humor.
After everything that happened in England, Champ and I decided on buying a house, to start our lives with each other, together, in one place. I love having a normal life, despite the club shit that always gets in the way. But he’s home every night to keep my body sated. He’s there for breakfast every morning, and sometimes he’s there to sit and watch a movie with me in front of our sixty inch TV. Life couldn’t be any better.
Reaching my mini cooper, I help Alexis in and adjust her chair back so her bump isn’t so squished before hopping into the driver’s seat, putting the key in and starting the car to get the heaters going. “Why does it have to be so fucking cold?”
“Chill, Lauren. We only get cold weather for, like, one month of the whole year. Other places get it for months at a time,” she scolds me like a child and it makes me snicker with amusement. “What’s so funny now?
“You talking to me like a child…getting ready for the teenage years already?” I pull out of my parking space and pull out of the car park. We only live ten minutes away and our houses are on the same street, which I love. I get to see Alexis almost every day.
Pulling up outside her house, I put the car into park. Alexis doesn’t get out right away. I look at her with curiosity in my eyes. “Something the matter, babe?”
She breathes out a heavy sigh before turning her head to face me. “Cobra has been really funny with me the last few days, and I’m at a loss of what to do.”
“What do you mean he’s been funny with you?” I raise a brow at her, my lips turning down. “You seemed fine to me.”