Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

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.

Tracy put on an orange shirt from the clothes Jim had bought. It was a super-tight fitting, short sleeved T-shirt with thin, stretchy material. She picked out a pair of white booty shorts with it next, then complimented the outfit with a pair of white, four inch sandals that accentuated her perfect toes.

I jerked, believing it was Jordan but I found maids strolling in with a rolling table, all covered up. “I said I was hungry, I didn’t say I was going to feed a million people,” I rolled my eyes at them. They all chuckled at me and opened each tray, revealing the best of the best delicacies I had ever tasted. The aroma of the food quickly washed away the scent of the room and filled it with spicy, sweet scent. “You have to start eating more, so you can have the energy to make our babies,” Jordan strolled into the room after them and as always with that foolish, yet sexy grin on his lips.

The door to our bedroom slid open, and Jordan marched in with a tray of goodies in his hands. "I didn't know what you'd settled for, so I brought a little bit of everything." he walked further into the room and placed the tray in the middle of the bed, then kicked off his shoes before coming up to join me. He sat on the right of me before bundling me up to his side. His body heat was a living thing against me, and I found myself melting into tiny little deaths from being torched by him. He placed the tray on the zero space between us, then started gobbling down the yellow gooey food.

Forever! *********** (Three years Later) (Annabell POV) One after the other, I stuff triple chocolate and cream truffles into my mouth, lying on the comfy sun lounger beside the ginormous swimming pool, my skin soaking up the rays of sun. I could hear a delighted giggle coming from the direction of the villa, and the loud laughing voice of my wonderful husband, “Put your swimming trunks back on you little rascal!” I smirk and shake my head, rolling my eyes; typical Jordan wanting to strip off his clothing like always! That’s my son!

"So none of those leads panned out?" he asked, leaning forward. I nodded, rubbing my eyes absently. We'd been at this for hours. "Not one,” I admitted with a sigh, “but the lack of bodies—" The library door creaked open, interrupting my train of thought. Jordan appeared, balancing a tray of steaming dishes. My stomach growled at the savory aroma, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jordan’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Well, not for you actually, but my jellybean.” I rolled my eyes. "Cherry, you don't have to keep doing this for me.” "Shush. I saw these at the thrift store and thought of you." She pulled items from the bag one by one. "Baby onesies, I did get the gender neutral because I know you're stubborn about not finding out. Some prenatal vitamins because the clinic ones taste like chalk. And-" She produced a small stuffed elephant with a flourish. "For our little jellybean." My throat tightened. "Cherry, I can't afford all of this."

"I bought food for you—all your favorites, and it's fresh." He lightly shook the bags in his hands. "Don't let it sit too long, or it won't taste as good." Jordan still tried to shut the door. "Even if I starve to death, I won't eat the food you bought." Gurgle. Her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl. Westley held the food closer to her. "Eat." Jordan still refused. "I already ordered takeaway." Just then, the assistant appeared at the perfect moment. "Mrs. Howard, thank you for the takeaway. The few of us who followed Mr. Howard here haven't had time to eat yet. One of us even has a stomachache from hunger."