Romans & histoires Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing

“Honestly, all food sounds basically disgusting to me so it doesn’t really matter.” He nodded. “Then I will have the staff bring what they prepared for my parents.” A few minutes later a woman came in pushing a trolley that was laden with silver domed trays. She set two in front of me, along with another glass of homemade ginger ale. I didn’t even bother to uncover the trays, but went straight for the ginger ale to calm my perpetually unsettled stomach. “You need to eat,” Jordan said. “You are too thin.” I paused midsip. “I’m not too thin! I have been to see a doctor and he said I, and the pregnancy, were perfectly healthy.”

i say to her faking a laugh, "i was starving literally." "No eat girl, just eat no need to apologize." she says sounding purely honest, they both look at me. "Carrying two babies ain't no joke y'all i eat alot now." "Well if those babies are anything like me, they have big appetites," Jordan says smiling. "So i see you guys have a good thing going on here so i will leave, so that I can leave you to it." He says standing up. He pulls his chair back and kisses Maria on the forehead before leaving.

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

“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

If these blisters pop, I'll die. "Do you never sleep?” I ask as he walks me into the kitchen. "No, baby. We don't sleep.” He chuckles as he sits me on the counter next to the sink. "I got the cream.” Jordan says, walking into the kitchen. Cream? Jordan approaches me with a naked torso, showing off the curves of each ab on his stomach, they tense as he moves closer and closer to me. I feel my knees pressing together, trying to dull this unfamiliar ache. Jordan kneels down to my feet as Jacob sets a large cup of water next to me. My fingers grip around the glass as I gulp down the liquid.

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

"Maybe you'll finally stop working so much and pay attention to your wife." His fingers tighten on my waist. Before he can say anything else, Jordan comes barreling back towards us, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Did you see that?! Nora destroyed them! She's like... a cheetah! A cheetah with anger issues!" I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Language, mister." Jordan grins up at us, completely unbothered, then suddenly gasps like he just remembered something important. "Oh! I made another banner for the next race!" he announces proudly, already digging into his backpack.

“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.”