Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 25

“Jennifer!!!” the loud voice was cutting through my ears when I looked up seeing Marnie standing at the door, smiling when she hadn’t waited for the driver to come around and open to my sad smile; she looked great with her strong face and wild curls that was red-brown now, had she changed her hair since I last saw her?

“Hey…” I was reaching out my hand when she grabbed it, losing her smile like she could see how sad I was. I couldn’t even start to explain how and why when I had cried all the way over to see her, one of the few people that asked me how I was doing, and it wasn’t going to be good.

“Okay, who is he, and where is he so I can kill him for making you cry!?” I gasped, seeing her eyes go hard in a second, just like her brother when she was scowling and staring right at me, and I couldn’t hide anywhere when she wasn’t giving me a chance.

“Marnie, no… no its nobody… “I wasn’t going to tell her that mom was f*****g Travis and that he was helping me, getting paid when I saw no other reason for him to even show me the slightest interest; he was way too deep into mom’s eyes to even care about me, only money.

“Yeah, it is! Don’t try to tell me it’s not! That’s a guy; you don’t think I know what it looks like??” she wasn’t letting me go when I started to cry again, not caring that we were standing outside a restaurant. I had the slightest faint feeling I had been here before; somewhere deep inside my mind, I knew that.

“Marnie, I’m married to your brother…” I was sniffing it when she scoffed like that didn’t matter, taking me closer and holding my arm underneath hers like we just had met once and a half, and she was the sister of Dylan; she didn’t care.

“Dylan had his chance; look at you, f*****g radiant and looking better than most people that aren’t even pregnant…” she giggled when I was drying my eyes, seeing her smirk grow more. The deep gray eyes that I missed looking into were giving me a reassuring side hug when I still didn’t understand her. She wasn’t angry about me cheating on Dylan.

“Marnie, stop…” I didn’t need her to give me a boost, no matter how nice she wanted to be when she smirked, but not like Travis; no, she was proud of saying every word from her pretty mouth that had a thick coat of red like she wasn’t scared of anyone. I envied her for that, now more than ever.

“You stop, look at you, hawt!” she was giggling again when I smiled for real this time; I was glad that I wasn’t the only one that was crazy…. She smiled more, seeing me start to laugh too; it was strange, feeling so damn blue and not even knowing why or who I was crying over anymore, maybe for all the people in my life who had let me down and I had done the same to them.

“So, you ready to get inside? I will bet my niece is getting restless….” Marnie was smiling more when she was stroking over my belly, and I was letting her; she was so happy, and I loved every second of it since she had been with me for five minutes and had already made me stop crying and feeling like I wasn’t just this waste of space, that was rare with me.

“Where are we anyway?” I looked around when she smiled more, taking her arm around my back and feeling my jaw drop, seeing that it was the same place Grant had brought me the first time we had a date. Omg! I turned to Marnie's face that didn’t give away anything that she would have known that fact or did she?!

“Marnie, please don’t tell me you did this on purpose…” I wasn’t even surprised when she smirked more and just took me along, walking in sneakers next to her stilettos and seeing all the people better dressed than her and me. Still, she didn’t care, and I did.

“I do everything on purpose, baby girl; what other way is there to live your life?” she was giggling, tilting her head back and winking to a man in an expensive suit that was following her with his girlfriend on his arm, standing outside and giving her a smirk back to my shock, wait did she know him??

“Yeah, I can see that…” I snickered, knowing she was terrible, and so what? She seemed happy. Here I was being so damn down because I trusted the wrong people, fell for bad guys that disguised themselves as white knights, and dragged me down, just like I dragged them right back.

Marnie was cutting the line, just walking past like she owned the place, when a man that looked serious stopped us. I was surprised, believing that she could just get us inside, when she frowned too, offended that the man didn’t move. A nasty eye seeing that I was pregnant and none of us didn’t look like the patrons they had inside this place, believe me, I knew.

“Uhm…. Is Jacques here?” I didn’t even pretend to speak French when the man was giving me a scoff like he didn’t believe there was a chance that I knew that man, that clearly was his boss.

“didn’t you hear her? Get Jacques, now!” Marnie was demanding with another type of voice that made the man in the suit give her a glare before sighing and talking to the one next to him, looking over Marnie and me like he didn’t want to waste the time of helping us.

We had been standing there for about twenty minutes. I was just about to plead with Marnie to give up and just go to a fast-food place since I was still starving, and Marnie had refused; she was hell-bent on getting inside and had no idea why. Wasn’t she rich??

“JAUQUES!” Marnie was screaming it when the older man looked up like he was bored and about to send us off when the man that had stopped us saw me. I made an awkward smile holding my hand up and doing an even more awkward wave with my fingers when he looked like he wanted to let me inside the second he had seen me, slapping the back of the head of the man that had stopped us.

Ouch.

“Mlle Jennifer, ça fait longtemps...tu es plus belle que jamais! I didn't know what he was saying, but Marnie did when she smiled even more; when I saw Jacques taking the rope and letting me inside when I nodded gratefully, I didn't know why I was there and why Marnie had chosen this place. Still, she was inside and happier than ever.

“See, I told you that I do everything on purpose, and you just got us inside the same place my lasts crush is eating with his girl, and I am going to surprise him…” she snickered when I lost my smile; what? she was cheating with a guy?

“Marnie…” I was staring at her with my shocked face that met her cunning grey eyes; she didn’t feel any remorse, did she?

Wow… that was… kind of weird seeing that I always had seen that as wrong, but now when I wasn’t any better… I guess that she wasn’t that bad… or…. I was still thinking about the moral dilemma when she talked to Jacques, which led us to one of the better tables. I didn’t even know why; he must have known that I had dumped Grant, that wasn’t some big secret, didn’t have a ring on or anything, and still, he was looking so happy seeing me.

“You are the best thing for him…” I lost my last smile hearing the broken English from the old kind man that could smack his employees when they unsettled him, and he cared for Grant way more than I had realized.

“Ratatouille?” he smiled more when I nodded; oh yes, that sounded so good! I was smiling again when he gave me a warm hand on my arm, and Marnie was chatting at the table next to us, and I looked around.

I was back.

How did I come from Travis to the best place in little rock, and the most expensive…. I didn’t want to look at the menu, praying that Jacques would take pity on me or Marnie would pay.

Marnie smiled and talked all the time, and I smiled back; I did miss her, and she seemed to be like nothing had changed like I hadn’t put her younger brother in prison and flirted with the waiter when I started to get less nervous; this was Grant place. He wasn’t here, and I was just going to have a good time with Dylan’s energetic sister; that stopped when she saw me gazing over the restaurant, eyes narrowed, and I was nervous, and she could see it.

“You might not think that people don’t know about you and him, but they do; why do you think we got in here so easy? I mean, sure, I know people, but I never got this table before, Jennifer, not once.” She was amused when I stared at her, shocked; what was she talking about? Grant, please, God, tell me she wasn’t talking about him….

“It doesn’t seem that special to me….” I avoided her eyes when she just giggled, making her gray eyes light up, the same ones her brother had, they could go hard in one second if she wanted to, and I knew it.

“That’s what I like about you, Jen; you don’t care about anything, just like my stupid brother; he would never set his foot inside of here, but me? I love it, I love everything I can get, and I take it….” She smiled more cunningly when I sniggered at her words; Marnie sure was like Dylan, and I loved every second of it; s**t, I missed him so much.

The waiter made us stop, and I just looked at the menu; everything here was super expensive, and I just sighed; there was no way I was f*****g paying those prices; my due date was just around the corner, and I had a new place on my own, that I even was here, was a freaking miracle!

"Don't worry, my ex is paying, have whatever you like, Cherie!" Marnie snickered, making me stiffer from hearing her use the word Grant used to call me, Cherie... oh god...

“We will have whatever the kitchen recommends, but my sister-in-law is pregnant, so no s**t, you got that!” Marnie got a colder tone in her voice that made me smile; since the guy spoke French, I instantly didn’t like him, or anyone else that did it for that matter, not after Grant…. My heart was freaking empty after everything, and Travis and Mom… that was still bothering me a lot!

“Sister-in-law?” I raised my eyebrows; I still was looking at her hard stare when the man left, and it instantly melted away when she looked at me; she really liked me, and I didn’t even know why. She and I were opposites in every way.

“Yes, you still are my brother’s wife, are you not?” she beamed at me when I nodded; I guess the divorce wasn't final. Even if the papers were signed, I was still Mrs. Hopper.

“See, therefore, Jennifer, you are my sister.” She smirked when I just smiled back the slightest and drank some water. I was getting hungry now from the clinking of plates and glasses and the smell of food being prepared in the kitchen; I’m glad she was paying cause otherwise, I would have killed someone soon enough.

“Oh, and daddy wants to meet you; it seems like he finally has gotten into his big thick head that you actually are family and are having his grandchild; who knows, maybe you even will get some favor, seeming that I’m just hopeless in his eyes….” She made a small self-aware chuckle when I stared at her in shock, my arms crossed over my chest; Dylan’s father?! Did I want to meet him?! Dylan obviously hated him, and I didn’t know if I wanted to betray him more than I already had…... I just let the air out of my lungs, slouching down on the seat; why was nothing easy.

“I don’t know…. Dylan doesn’t like your dad, and I mean really don’t like him, Marine….” I gazed down at my hands and felt guilty for even saying it to her face; it was her dad, and I just told her I didn’t know if I wanted to see him; I felt like the worst person in the world.

She just huffed at me like she already knew, and I relaxed a little from her waving the hand like she didn’t care that much I got.

“Well, I’m not saying that you have to go all family on us, I mean, we aren’t that close, him and me either, but you are still family Jennifer, and that girl you are having is the blood of our blood; whatever Dylan feels about this, you have every right to a piece of the cake that comes with the marriage of a Stewart.”

She shrugged like it was no big deal, and I started laughing at her way of making it sound like I was married into the royal family; I was far from it; it was still just Dylan.

“Stewart?” I sniggered more when she got a bigger smile, proud, and I saw Dylan in her again; they really were siblings, so different but still the same person; it was hilarious.

“Yes, didn’t he ever tell you that? Hopper is his mother’s name, and they do have some wealth, but not like us, and sure as hell not like Stone!” She gave me a wink when my stomach dropped; I really didn’t want to talk about Grant with her, anything but that.

The food was brought in, and I just thanked God for the distraction when she started to talk about things I didn’t know or care about; I was just happy to hear her voice; it was pleasant and soothing, even if she was being dramatic and exaggerated, she was passioned.

I was still eating when I heard a loud voice and turned around; I didn’t even know why; call it my instinct, call it that I still loved him even if I was having dinner with my husband's sister, call it him being my support and best friend.

Grant.