All Chapters of Built Like Karma: The Plus Size Girl's Guide to Comeuppance : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ARIA’S POV The weeks since I found out I was, yes, pregnant have been nothing short of hell. And when I say pregnant, I mean pregnant. It felt like the moment the test came back positive, my body flipped a switch. I thought I’d gotten lucky because the first few days there was no morning sickness. But then, wham, the nausea hit like a freight train.For two straight weeks, every morning has been an Olympic event in vomiting. Saltines haven’t helped. Ginger tea hasn’t helped. Nothing has helped. It got so bad that when Lucy came to check on me, I finally had to tell her.“Maldita Chica! Estas embarazada, and you didn’t tell me?” she’d scolded, standing over me while I clutched the porcelain god like it was my lifeline.I just shook my head, too weak to defend myself. She whipped up one of her little witchy concoctions and, miraculously, it eased the nausea instantly. I think I almost cried from relief.After that, I’d taken a shower, brushed my teeth, and stared at myself in the mirro

ARIA’S POV As I sit at the table eating this bland ass rice with the tiniest sprinkle of salt and the saddest swipe of butter, I swear it’s the only thing keeping me alive. It’s ridiculous how soothing it is. My mother made a full pot, thank God, because I’m already planning on seconds. Maybe thirds. This is the only thing that stays down. Everything else, including that damn Shake Shack burger, sent me running straight to the toilet. I’m still embarrassed at how violently it came up. I swear I’m going to name this baby Rice if this keeps up. The anti-nausea meds my doctor prescribed barely do anything. The only thing that helps is whatever witchy concoction Lucy gave me, and honestly, I don’t even care what’s in it, if it lets me eat, I’m drinking it. Everyone at the table keeps sneaking looks at me. Side-eyes. Suspicion. My family is nosy as hell. And I know Jalen’s watching me too, he always knows when I’m ly

Explicit Scenes Ahead JALEN’S POV A sharp pain in my lower back yanked me out of a restless sleep. I blinked, disoriented for a second, before remembering where I was, shit, it's Aria’s bed. I must’ve drifted off after she finally fell asleep. Honestly, it felt good just being next to her, making sure she was warm, calm, and resting. My girl was sick. I could see it all over her, and it had been eating at me all night.I looked down at her. She was snoring lightly, curled into me like she trusted me with her whole world. Her hand was resting on her belly. I noticed it, but brushed it off. Didn’t think much of it.I grabbed my phone and saw it was already 3:30 a.m.Should I go home? Or lie down properly? My back was killing me. Ever since that surgery, it never felt the same. Even though the surgery had nothing to do with my spine, something about it messed with me.I gently shifted her off my torso, careful not to wake her. She rolled over, snatched a pillow, and kept snoring. I sto

Jalen’s POVI wake up freezing, and my hand moving around instinctively, searching for warmth.“Damn… am I naked?”I roll across the soft bed, reaching for a cover so I can pull it over myself and go back to sleep, but for some reason, I can’t find it. I groan quietly, my eyes cracking open as realization hits.Wait a minute…I’m not at home.I sit up quickly, looking around, and then it all comes back to me.“Oh shit,” I mutter with a smile. “I’m still at Aria’s house.”Sunlight pours in through the windows, bright and warm, making the room glow. I glance around for her, but she’s nowhere in sight. My pants are on the floor, so I grab them, pull them on, and stand just as I hear the front door close downstairs.I step out of the bedroom and head down the stairs, hearing her laugh in a soft, amused way like she’s talking to herself. When I reach the kitchen, she’s pulling plates from the cabinet and setting them on the table, a brown paper bag sitting on the counter.Lunch I'm guessin

Jalen’s POVI wake up to… whatever the hell Aria left playing on her TV. Some documentary or cooking show or maybe aliens building pyramids, who knows.What I do know is that this woman has me locked in her arms, pressed right into her beautiful chest, spooning me from behind like I’m the little one.I chuckle under my breath.No way in hell I’m letting this become a habit. I don’t like being the little spoon.My phone buzzes again. And again. And again.I reach blindly for it, squinting at the screen. Seven messages from Michael.All basically saying the same thing:Monday morning. 8 a.m. Bring everything.He found new paperwork, with some criminal activity linked to Talia.This involves the company, and we gotta talk face to face only.I sigh. “Damn. Okay.”I text him back:Me: Fine. I’ll be there. I’ll bring everything. It’s time for me to move forward with my life, finally.He responds instantly with a thread of laughing emojis and Nene Leakes GIFs.I shake my head, drop the phone