Chapter 211

Harley

"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour."

"I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains.

"I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."

Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin."

"Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me.

"You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.

Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody."

"You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable."

"It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise."

"I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I