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.

child was, he was nothing like Danica. how could a vicious woman like Danica give birth to an angel in form of a child? “Miss, why don't you go refreshed up and get dressed first. I'll wait for you right here, I won't go anywhere, and mommy won't be disturbed by me” Jordan urged. Speaking of that Jane was caught in another episode of confusion. She was scared to take a bath in the bathroom of the room that Danica was sleeping in. She might not like that very much. But she had no other choice right now as she had only booked two rooms for them–While the other room is being decorated at the request of Danica, the only available room is now being occupied by the same person, without any other

My back ached, and the kicks were stronger now, like my baby was impatient to see the world. One afternoon, I sat on the couch folding tiny onesies while Tracy was in the kitchen humming softly to herself. She stopped suddenly, leaning against the counter and pressing a hand to her belly. I rushed toward her. “Tracy, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling. She smiled faintly, taking a deep breath. “Nothing. Just a little cramp. The doctor said it’s normal at this stage.” “Still, you should rest.” She shook her head, forcing a small smile. “Not until you eat something first.”

He could only watch her with his eyebrows furrowed tightly. He hoped Calista would understand his unspoken message through his gaze, but she didn't even look at him. As Calista passed by his side, he couldn't help but say, "I heard Miss Calista is pregnant. Pregnant women shouldn't take the stairs." "The doctor said some exercise would be better for the pregnancy." Upon hearing this, Jordan lowered his gaze to her belly. His eyes, hidden by his eyelashes, couldn't conceal their warmth, as if he had grown a bit in the past few days.