DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

bought for us last week, and caters to what I need. I’m still adjusting to allowing her to do just the simple things like cook dinner every night and make special desserts for us, but I appreciate the effort.

I like them here.

I like coming home to a family who wants to see me.

I like Maddy and her innocent little spirit and annoying questions.

The thud of boots hit the hardwood floors from the back of the house, hinting that Hardy is still up.

When he walks into the room, he’s chuckling and behind him follows a blonde.

A blonde that I’ve seen before.

A blonde that was just sucking my dick about an hour ago.

“Hey, guys.” Hardy uses one of his hands to spotlight Lucy. “This is my girlfriend—“ I don’t pick up anything else he says because I already know who the hell she is and what she obviously did.

All I hear is Mills’s mumbled “shit” and my uttered “fuck”.

I haven’t worked a dangerous case ever since Ledger found out that I was pregnant. He was ecstatic while I was torn between excited and absolutely terrified. BY my mother not being much of a mom, I’m hoping that some sort of motherly hunch kicks in when I give birth.

I’m afraid I’ll become my worst nightmare, and at that point, I’ll just off myself to save my kids the trouble.

Yep, I said kids—twins.

I’m having twins.

Two kids because, fuck me for getting to try this motherhood thing with one little life in the balance but multiple.

I made the technician doing the ultrasound check three times and all Alexander did was laugh.

I wanted to die a little.

Then on the day I began adding another pair of everything to my baby list, Bishop emailed me back the divorce papers—signed and dated.

My heart sunk.

I couldn’t help it, and I haven’t been able to lift it since. It’s what I asked for, what I wanted in the midst of being pissed off and jealous about Camilla.

I’ve fought with myself over and over to come clean and admit to him that I’m not sure if these, now, kids are his or not.

That I lied right to his face, which wasn’t entirely what I was afraid of.

It’s the fact that he couldn’t love all three of us which frightened me.

If Bishop could handle it.

I thought of the kids and the stories they’d tell their friends. I didn’t want one of those to involve their father in and out of their lives because he’s so closed off from love.

I also don’t know what I’m going to do with Alexander. Who has been with me every step of the way since he found the pregnancy test. He claims he’ll love my kids—his or not—either way, I can’t say I believe him.

However, he’s shown me nothing different, except I’m paranoid and torn on how to approach it when the babies are born and I can have the DNA test done.

Alexander is on a whole other level of ready for these kids. He’s hysterical with excitement. There’s also a list of very moderate rules that he wants me to abide by, but they're all ridiculous and unnecessary.

Like how I’m only allowed to carry two grocery bags at one time. How Alexander is always lifting my purse to make sure it’s not too heavy or that I’m eating enough.

Sure, it’s essential to feed my squishies. It’s just hard.

Alexander’s overly consummated amount of worrying and caring is sweet. Still, I didn’t know I would be the newest charity case around here.

The boys of B723 are just as bad, if not worse.

I’m watched like a bird when I walk, talk, eat, snack, type, breathe, and blink. The only one that doesn’t coddle me like I’m a fragile piece of China glass—other than Bishop because he is avoiding me—is Blue.

And as much as I’d love not to speak to her, she’s the mere individual that doesn’t bother the fuck out of me at the moment.

When the second fam found out I was having twins, they acted as if it’s never been done before. That no one on this Earth has given birth to more than one baby at the same time.

That’s when B723 and Alexander took it a step further.

They’re the reason I’ve gained more weight than expected because they won’t allow me to get up to do anything for myself unless it’s to pee.

I’m supposed to be focused on nesting and a new wave of responsibility but nothing feels right for obvious reasons. That, and my mother wants me to come home so she can throw me an alleged baby shower.

She can shove it up her ass.

“Emmy!” Alexander hollers from my kitchen. “If you’re still on that laptop, your time is up!”

I roll my eyes and keep typing away at the only assignments Ledger will allow me to do—hacking into people’s illegal shit. “Okay!”

“Dinner will be ready in a few!”

“Okay!”

“Emmy,” he says, his voice deeper in a warning because he knows damn well that my laptop has not closed.

Besides the food cravings and being treated like a pregnant woman who can’t do anything on her own, Alexander has limited me to work after what he thinks are regular business hours.

I obviously don’t have those.

It’s bad enough that I can’t sleep on my left side, and climbing the stairs to get inside my condo causes me to run out of breath, but I also have to be bound to a time limit like a teenager.

“You’re annoying,” I sing-song, crossing my ankles as I lean back against the pillows of my bed.

Alexander shows up in my doorway seconds later. His brown eyes linger on my bigger tits, and he makes no endeavor to remove his full attention from them.

“You work a lot,” he deadpans, taking in the dip of my lavender dress and the small baby bump filling out underneath.

“Ledger has been cutting down a little bit,” I reply, resting my forearms on my pillows. “I’m doing easy stuff.”

He slowly shakes his head and begins rounding my bed. “I