The Trouble with Us by Carmen Jenner

Author:Carmen Jenner [Jenner, Carmen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carmen Jenner
Published: 2022-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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The following morning Clementine is sitting at the breakfast table sipping coffee as she scrolls through her phone. She glances up as I walk in, presses her fork into her third eye and squeezes her eyes tightly closed. “How much do you want to jab this fork into my forehead, right now?”

“About ten percent.”

She opens her eyes and tosses the utensil back on the table. “Only ten? Shit, girl. You either hate me so much I’m not worth going to jail for, or you’re okay with me opening my big, fat mouth.”

“I would have liked to tell him myself, but I’m okay.”

“I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I thought because he was here, and you guys were making out and barely able to keep your hands off one another that you’d told him already.”

“Nope. But it’s a good thing you can’t keep your fat trap shut. I’m glad he knows. It might have taken me forever to tell him otherwise, and I’m pretty sure he’d figure it out anyway sometime in the next eight months.”

She laughs. “Better now than in the delivery room, right? So, how did he take it?”

“Good. I think?” I head to the cupboard and pull out the Saltines and Easy Cheese, then I load one up and stuff the whole thing in my mouth because these days I can’t get food into my belly fast enough.

“He spent the night?”

“Yeah.”

“He still sleeping in your bed?”

“Yep.”

“Lucky bitch. I can’t even get my regular hookup to spend the night, much less see him sleeping in the next morning after I’ve dropped a pregnancy bombshell.”

“Are you planning on dropping a pregnancy bombshell anytime soon, because I would really advise against it.”

“Nope. I’m just here to watch the two of you go through it.”

“Gee, thanks. I think?”

“Oh my god, did you guys bang it out again?”

I laugh. “No. We did not bang it out. We didn’t really talk about where any of this leaves us. Maybe we’ll both just stay single and raise this baby together?”

“Oh, no. That’s not maybe written on your face. You’re already planning that stupid wedding you guys have been talking about for years.”

“I am not. We are not getting married.”

“Shut up. You’re already picking out wedding dresses in your head.” She singsongs, “You love him, you wanna have his babies.”

“I should hope so,” Gabe says, and Clementine and I both turn to the doorway. He stands there in his jeans, his shirt hanging from his back pocket, no shoes, hair disheveled, and tattoos literally everywhere. I swallow hard as I look him over, wetting my lips and shoving another cheese-covered cracker in my mouth. “Because Gabe Jr. is going to need a baby brother or sister.”

I shake my head and glance down at my box of crackers. “We are not calling our child Gabe Jr.”

Clem pretends to shove a finger down her throat and makes a gagging sound that almost forces me to dry heave. “Please, for the love of God give your baby his own name.

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