Tracy Jordan Belly Stuffing Novels & Stories

[Addison/Vanessa] Tracy pulls the cold metal disc from my belly with a smile. "Now remember you still need to take it easy. Because of your last pregnancy, you are considered very high risk for another miscarriage, especially with the amount of stress you've been under since..."

"You look sad." I stopped breathing. Jordan stared at the candy. Then he looked at Belle’s small hand. Then, his gaze traveled down to her shoes. They were pink sneakers I had bought at a thrift store. The velcro was worn out, and the sole of the left shoe was peeling away. I had tried to glue it back together yesterday, but the glue hadn't held. Jordan’s jaw tightened. A muscle feathered in his cheek. Slowly, he crouched down until he was eye-level with her. He took the sticky candy from her hand as if it were a diamond.

Bellva just shot her brother a narrow squint as he led me away from the lounge, and I waved at her. "Bye, Belly." >>> "What's Jordan doing here?" he asked after he was silent while we were walking to his room. I took a deep breath as he turned around, and then looked at me. "Jordan just apologized, he said he gave up everything. About what happened to us, and he invited me to come to his parents' party, just that." The nervousness and anxiety that threatened to grow, I pushed down. I know that those two feelings made him distrust me.

“You and I both know you don’t want to go back to that cell in the same state you came.” The words… God, the words. They punch straight through the fog in my head, lighting everything on fire from the inside out. I swallow hard. The darkness hides the flush on my face, but my breathing—heavy and uneven—gives me away. Jordan reaches into his pocket without breaking eye contact. Another small plastic bag gleams between his fingers. Mollies. Of course he has more. He carries them like they’re stitched into him. “Let’s get you started,” I say quietly, almost ashamed of how easily the words slip out as he pulls out a single pill.

A thought passed. The trousers followed. Before long his naked form stood in front of her and she swallowed. When the bed dipped due to his weight, Selly shuddered. One by one, her skimpy clothes were discarded. Pulling her by the legs, his face came to settle on her core licking, teasing until she was begging for him to do more. Jordan knelt down. Pulling a pillow, he made her sleep on her stomach with her waist elevated before he went all in again.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” It was now the final week leading up to the vow removal but despite almost three weeks of intensive weight training, protein-heavy nutrition, and grueling gym sessions with his private instructor, Jordan was still not quite built like the original. So Beth, ever the strategist, had commissioned the finest tailor in Manhattan—known for dressing celebrities, politicians, and men who needed illusions.

The morning sun poured through the living room windows, casting a warm glow over the apartment. Jordan moved with purpose, assembling the final materials for the upcoming fundraiser. The sketches were pinned neatly to the corkboard, contacts and notes organized in folders, and her schedule tightly mapped for the next few days. She felt a steady thrill, a quiet energy she hadn’t felt in months. Jay was in the kitchen, a glass of coffee in hand, reading through his emails. His presence was calm, measured, but Jordan felt the familiar undercurrent of scrutiny.

“You have to promise not to tell Dad. Plus, I’m good at keeping secrets, I promise.” “Ok?” “Daddy got you a beautiful black sequin dress for you.” “Really? Are you sure it’s mine?" “He told me it was for you.” “What’s the occasion?” “That’s not mine to tell.” She says, zipping her mouth. “Lunch is served, girls," Jordan says, clapping. Every time he addresses me and Ray as girls, it feels weird and intimate. He’s in loose dark grey sweatpants, a white Calvin Klein shirt, and black and grey slides.

“I’m Candice. Sorry you had to ride over here with crabby pants. Since you’ll be playing with him, you should get used to it. If you think it’s bad now, just wait until the season starts. We’re all crossing our fingers and toes that the Pronghorns at least break five hundred this year. Even my mother gets a dose of his snarly behavior when they lose. Maybe you can convince him that football is a team sport and he is not God.” That’s my baby sister, and poor Jordan is getting a full serving. We move farther into the house and my mom and Steph stroll out of the kitchen. Ty walks down the stairs and joins us. I make the introductions and they hug Jordan in turn. She laughs and smiles but I can

Jordan announced as he walked in, carrying a tray with a muffin and a cup of coffee. "You are a godsend," I said gratefully as I took a sip of the hot beverage. For a second,Jordan looked at me like he wanted to say something important but decided against it. I couldn't decipher the look on his face as he looked at me. I cleared my throat and tapped on the pile that I had selected with my chosen designs. "These are for signage,and I've emailed you my menu selections. You already had many great options; I think this will be your best one yet."