Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

I said “Kylie you checked it like 3 times already, chill out, you are staying here tonight we can go tomorrow there together “ “Okay as you say” I didn’t argue at that because I was tired “My stomach is hurting real bad,” Jordan said holding her stomach “Why? Cramps?” “Yeah, cramps, I hate periods,” she said making me laugh “Who loves them? Do you want something? I can go grab it real quick for you?” I asked her “Nah, I know my cramps so I have already stored everything, but you can go and grab snacks from the first cabinet on the left side,” she said giving me an innocent smile

Tracy babbled and laughter erupts around us. “Jeez, Tracy. How's that like?” Lena asks, doubling over in laughter. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing too. “Sometimes, you gotta add spice to it…” Tracy says, demonstrating giving a man a blowjob with the banana she picked up from the basket of fruit. “Add spice?” I ask, laughing, my brows wringing. “Yes, Claire. You get an orange, Peel the back, make a hole in, and then fit it onto the dick. It makes it more savory…” Tracy spits without shame.

“Stop with the act now and eat something. You have not eaten anything since morning.” “I told you I am not hungry okay, you are here for Abram only, stop acting like my wife.” he bursted and went towards his room. “THEN STARVE YOURSELF!” she yelled. Jordan heard her and shut the door. “He is so ungracious huh,” she said and put the food on the plate for herself. She put the plate on the dining table and sat on the chair. She finished eating and put the plate in the basin. She turned around to walk to her room but stopped. She were contemplating whether she should do it or not. She knows that Jordan is rude and cold but her inner self was not allowing her to let him starve like that. “Ugh, I

Jordan asks from outside my door, with a smile on his face. I wonder if he knows about what his friend had planned, if all of them know, and I was the subject of some inside joke. My temper rises at the thought, and I take a deep breath. “I’m not hungry,” I lie, and right on cue, my stomach grumbles. My face flushes with embarrassment. Jordan throws me a grin. “I guess I could eat,” I say, clearing my throat. “In my room.” He smirks and nods. “Okay, I’ll fix you a plate.”

“I’ll prepare another portion for your lovely friend, Mrs. Reynolds.” “Mrs. Reynolds?” Tracy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah…” Audrey rolled her eyes. “Come on.” She grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her back to her bedroom. Tracy settled herself on Audrey’s bed, and Audrey took a seat in a chair. It was getting harder for her to move around these days. She was ready to pop any day now. Her belly looked like it grew every minute. “Girl,” Tracy smirked. “You have a huge mess here.” “Do you mean this,” she rubbed her belly. “Or the mess out there?” she gestured towards the kitchen.

My skin was pale, my hair a tangled, muddy mess, and a fresh white bandage wrapped tightly around my forearm. Stepping back out into the aisles, I found Jordan loading a plastic shopping basket. "Got the essentials," Jordan said quietly, tossing three large bags of beef jerky into the pile. He had already changed into the black hoodie, pulling the fabric low over his forehead. "Grab some water," I suggested, reaching past him for a box of saltine crackers. "And bandages. We need to keep your side clean." "Aisle four," he nodded, leading the way. Turning the corner into the canned goods aisle, Jordan suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. His massive arm shot out, pinning me back against the me

“I need to get to the defenses. You’ll be here in case we need you?” “I will,” Tracy promised. “Hopefully you won’t, though.” Jordan nodded and darted off into the depths of the Warren. “Is that Ronan’s violin?” Tracy asked. I nodded. “I promised to keep it safe,” I wrote. “Huh. I’ve never seen Ronan trust anyone with that thing before.” Tracy smiled. “So, how was your date?” I smiled, and wrote. “It was good. Ronan kissed me. He played his violin for me.”

While she was lost in thought, an omega stepped up to Tracy with a gilded bowl and whispered, "It's time for your supplements, ma'am." A lightbulb went off in Camilla's head. Her eyes sharpened with predatory focus, and she asked, feigning casual interest, "Oh, is Tracy pregnant? That's huge news. Why was I kept out of the loop?" Tracy was rocking a loose velvet gown today. She definitely had that pregnancy "glow." She didn't even bother standing up. She just looked up, gave a lazy, smug smile, and rested a hand on her still-flat stomach.

and clapped as if she'd completed a mission. They ate breakfast inside the fort—knees bumping, syrup dangerously close to the blankets. Jordan tried to convince Malaya to eat eggs. Malaya tried to convince Jordan that whipped cream counted as protein if you believed hard enough. Laila watched Jordan laugh, watched him listen, watched him show up in a hundred tiny ways that weren't flashy, weren't performative. And for the first time in days… her body unclenched. When the tray was cleared, Jordan handed Malaya the stocking with her name on it. "Okay," he said. "Rules are rules. Stockings first."

Jordan, however, was having difficulty remembering much else. They dropped off the boxes of clothes, and Karli’s face lit up when Jordan suggested tacos for lunch. He did a double take when she ordered five of them. “What?” she said. “I’m hungry.” Jordan held up his hands. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Looking at the cashier, he said, “Double that order, please, and we’re going to eat here.” When his name was called, he strolled back to the counter and grabbed the tray, setting it between them on the table. And was stunned when the tiny little woman across from him ate all five of the tacos she had ordered without blinking an eye.