and she looked back at him, nodding her head. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”
“Surprise,” Jordie said, waving his jazz hands in the air, but no one seemed to be entertained.
The silence stretched as everyone looked at everyone else. Jordie’s heart was pounding while Kacey worked her lip, nervousness in every single one of her features. Finally though, Regina shrieked before wrapping her arms tightly around Kacey, kissing her hard on the face before blubbering all over her. Karson wrapped his arm around Lacey and shook his head, a grin playing on his lips.
“Could have told me, asshole.”
Jordie shrugged. “She wouldn’t let me, wanted to wait till she was out of the first trimester.”
“Oh yes, don’t want to get everyone excited and then lose the baby. The horror!” Regina cried, and he didn’t miss the grimace on Lacey’s face or on Kacey’s. “But that won’t happen to you, baby. It’s gonna be fine. Ah, my baby is pregnant!” she said, kissing Kacey again, but Kacey’s face was like stone, her eyes watering. He wanted to go to her, pull her into his arms, and reassure her. But before he could, Karl came to him, shaking his hand hard. “I should kill you for not making an honest woman out of her before knocking her up.”
Jordie laughed. “Complete surprise, but I’m working on it,” he said with a wink, and Karl rolled his eyes.
“You don’t know what happens when two people screw like gorillas? You know where babies come from, right?”
Jordie chortled with laughter as he nodded his head. “I do, but she was supposed to have an—”
“Nope, don’t care, just be good to her,” Karl said, cutting him off, and he smiled. “Congratulations, son, you’ll be a great dad.”
Jordie smiled. “Thanks, Karl.”
Squeezing his arm, he said, “Come outside with me?”
Jordie eyed him. “You aren’t going to kill me, are you?”
Karl laughed before directing him out the back door, and when he saw Karson following, his heart stuttered a bit because, together, they could kill him quicker. With a pounding heart, he turned as Karson shut the door and Karl asked, “You good?”
Jordie nodded. “I don’t know. Depends if you two are about to jump me.”
Karl laughed. “No, dumbass, I’m talking about your mom.”
“Oh,” Jordie said, his breath coming out in a whoosh. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He nodded slowly. “You sure?”
“I’m good, I promise.”
“Okay, well, if it gets bad, you call me,” Karl demanded.
“And don’t let Kacey hit her,” Karson added. “She doesn’t need that kind of stress while she’s pregnant.”
“I know,” Jordie agreed, his hands tucking into his pockets. “Really, guys, I’m good.”
“You’ll call though? If it goes bad?” Karson asked, his arms folding over his chest.
“Yeah,” he promised. “I’ll call.”
But he prayed he wouldn’t need to.
Eventually, everyone left, leaving Jordie and Kacey alone. But instead of talking to him, she went straight to the bathroom to get ready. As she stood at the bathroom counter doing her makeup, he could tell she was as nervous as he was. Or maybe she was mad. She hadn’t wanted anyone to know, and he had kind of messed that up. Since her hand was shaking, she kept having to redo her makeup, which he found cute. Especially, her cry of anger.
“Motherfucking whore bag!” she yelled, dropping her hand as a black streak appeared on her cheek.
“Just draw another one on the other side, you’ll be hot,” he suggested and she glared.
“No,” she said, her movements jerky as she washed it off, her anger-filled eyes locked on him. “I can’t believe you told my family.”
“Um, I didn’t really tell them. I’ve been greeting you as my hot momma all week.”
She reached down, picking up her Snickers before taking a huge bite, and said, “Whatever. They know, it’s whatever,” she said, but even she was eating with more force than needed.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, but she shook her head.
“No, it’s fine. I just don’t want to let anyone down, and now that my mom knows, she’s gonna baby me. And if I lose this one, she’s gonna feel bad because she said that shit about miscarriage. Ugh! It will be such a mess.”
Coming off where he’d been sitting on the toilet lid, he went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “It won’t happen.”
She shook her head though. “You don’t know that.”
“No, but I can hope so,” he suggested, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “And so can you.”
Letting out a long breath, she closed her eyes, leaning into him. “I’m trying.”