𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

Capitulo 44

It's now New Years Eve and I'm ready to go home. I love my family, but we've never had to spend 2 weeks in the same house before. I honestly don't recommend it. They're driving me insane. Especially Jayce and the twins. Every five seconds they need something, and I don't understand why out of all the people in this house, they only ever come to me.

I still have two days left in this hell hole. We don't leave until the second. Then Beckham's birthday is on the third. But we leave before it because the adults start back at work on the fourth, and the little ones back at school on the fifth.

"Baby.. What are you wearing?" Beckham let out a chuckle, "Don't get me wrong.. You look good in anything but.."

I knew what he was getting at. Xiomara was doing what she always does at the holidays, throwing a party. New Year's Eve was no exception. In fact as we're speaking I can hear the guests arriving downstairs. Per usual, as all of Xiomara's parties are the attire cocktail hour. Which is just black-tie casual, if such a thing exists.

"You know I've gained three pounds since we've been here?" I tossed my hair over my shoulder glaring at my baby daddy. "The dresses I packed don't fit anymore."

I sat on the floor next to my suitcases in nothing but one of Beckham's sweatshirts and my underwear, letting out a sigh. "I'm staying up here."

"Maybe you can borrow a dress from Lina? She may have an extra." He offered.

"Beckham you cannot volunteer other people's clothes. I don't even know that she has an extra." I gave him a blank expression.

"But she might and she's your sister-in-law so I doubt she'll say no."

He's really missing the point... I don't want to go to this damn party. It's late, it's past my bedtime. I should be asleep. Yes I have a bedtime. Knox and I require precisely nine hours of asleep or else we get cranky. I do mean we. I'm pretty sure he kicks when he gets irritated and that's why he rarely does it. Most of the time he's at rest. Doesn't really move too much.

I also don't feel like going all the way down multiple flights of stairs just to ask Lina if I can borrow a dress. Plus we have very different tastes as it pertains to clothing, "I have one more that might possibly work.." I mumbled pulling the tan dress out of my bag.

I begrudgingly peeled off my clothes changing into it. It just barely fit. Beckham had to tie me up and I'm practically suffocating but at least I look good.

"You're lucky you're already pregnant, Ms. James." Beckham licked his lips causing my cheeks to burn, "If you weren't you would have been by the end of the night."