Jo POV
Today is the day. Dylan is going to break up with Barbie, and then he will be mine. I walk into the kitchen making some coffee. The smell makes my mouth water and I can’t help but smile and sing along with the radio that is playing one of my favorite songs. The shape of you from Ed Sheeran. I sway my hips as I pour the creamer into my coffee. “I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do,” I start singing loudly as I realize this song describes me and Dylan.
I can’t help myself but walk around the kitchen dancing with my arms up while the song plays in the radio. When it ends. I grab my coffee and position myself in the middle of the couch turning the tv on. Nothing like a Sunday without work. Spend the day in leggings and tops, watching trashy tv and drinking coffee while I wait for my men to come and get me.
Jo POV“Go home Dylan,” I finally say, pulling away from him, and his eyes meet mine as he shakes his head. “Go be with Savannah, go be with the mother of your child,” I say the words I never thought I would say to him. “Go be with her, I wish you all the happiness,” I finally say as I walk to the door, and open it, looking down, and waiting for Dylan to walk out of my house once and for all.Dylan grabs his helmet, and his jacket and walks towards me. I look at the floor, avoiding his gaze, and when he stops in front of me I look at the wall. I can’t even look at him right now, because if I do, I will break. This is too much for me.“I love you,” he says before he walks out of my house, and I slam the door shut before I sit on the floor hugging my knees, crying like a little baby. I can’t believe he did th
Dylan POV Yesterday was the most insane day of my life, one moment I was getting ready to break up with Savannah so I could be with Jo, and now… look at me, standing in Tiffany’s searching for the perfect engagement ring to propose to Savannah. “Mr. Ashford, how can I help you?” The salesman greets me. I smile as I can’t remember his name for the life of me. I shake his hand and he follows my gaze to the diamond rings in front of us. “You’re popping the question?” He asks and I give him a single nod while I focus on a ring with a diamond so big it will shine on Savannah’s hand. It’s in a snowflake shape. “Can I see that one, please?” I ask, and I receive a nod. He grabs his keys and opens the window where the ring is kept. He puts on a white glove and grabs a small cushion for the ring before placing it in front of me on the counter. I lean forward, looki
Dylan POV Today is the day of the party, and I am not happy about this. This pregnancy is becoming a spectacle. I haven’t even done a paternity test yet. I shake my head as I remember the full blowout that Savannah had when I requested the test. “How can you ask for something like that? I wasn’t the one sleeping around lately, was I?” She shouted at me, and I felt guilty as fuck, but the small mention of Jo makes my heart beat faster. “I wasn’t sleeping around, I slept with one person” I fight back, and I can tell immediately that I should’ve kept my mouth shut because immediately Savannah’s eyes pool with water. Shit. “Shit, I’m sorry” I let out pulling her into a tight hug, she starts crying on my shoulder. I freaking love Jo, but I shouldn’t have slept with her while I was still with Savannah. I understa
Jo POV “Are you sure you’re okay to go with me?” I ask Layla as she finishes her coffee. She nods her head dabbing the napkin on her lips. “Don’t be stupid, of course. I am going with you,” Layla says as she rubs her bump. I stand up walking around the table to help her up, but she waves me off. “I can do it,” she tells me with a wink. Layla is so big it’s unbelievable, but if you see her from behind, you would never think she is pregnant. She is five months pregnant now. I am organizing a Gender reveal party for her. She asked me to do it as I am about to be the baby’s godmother. I couldn’t be more excited. I watch as she waddles to the living room where her shoes are. I sit in front of her, helping with the shoes. She looks like she is around eight months. This is a wicked big baby for her tiny body, so she has a scheduled c-section.
Jo POV “See, I told you she was the best,” Layla says enthusiastically as we walk out of the clinic. I hold on tightly to the papers I am bringing home to read about hormone therapy and all the treatments I have available right now. “Yeah, I know,” I tell her. I am not matching her enthusiasm, but this is very scary. Everything is going to fast, my engagement ending, finding out who Leo really is, falling for the worst person in the world, and now this… “Do you want to go shopping? I need to buy some clothes,” Layla says, and I look at her. Who is this and what has she done with my best friend? My best friend hated shopping. “I know, don’t look at me like that, but none of my clothes fit… I look like a whale,” she says and I can’t help but laugh out loud. “As if that was even possible, you eat more than me
Jo POV Layla went home after leaving me alone in my own apartment. I sit on the couch holding the papers with an insane amount of shopping bags around me. I look around, shaking my head. I might go return most of it. I don’t have anywhere to wear those kinds of clothes. I might keep the shoes. Can’t really say no to some Manolo Blahnik can I? They are beautiful, and I will never wear them just because I will be too scared of ruining them. I might wear them in the house. Don’t get me wrong. I have a Dolce, and one Gucci dress, but they were bought in thrift stores. They were findings that I still can’t believe I found. I don’t know how people can get rid of their dresses like that. They had the tags on, so they were never worn. I hold the papers up as I start reading the treatment, and how it works. There are a lot of injections and scans, not to mention blood tests and all sorts. I will find out everything abou
Jo POVI smile, placing the dress down, and my doorbell rings. I frown. I look around, checking if Layla forgot anything, but no, there are only the thousands of bags she got for me. I stand and walk to the door phone and when the screen lights up; I take one step back, covering my mouth with my hand.“Open the door, Jo. I know you’re home.” I hear and see Greg say. I hold my breath as if he could hear me and I shake my head. He found me. How did he find me?“I am only going to say this once. Open the Goddamn door, Jo,” he says with the most threatening tone of voice I have ever heard. I walk to the door phone and press the opening button. As if I got electrocuted, I take one step back and look around the room, gathering everything quickly and shoving it inside the wardrobe at the entrance. I don’t want him to see all of this designer stuff and think I went shopping instead of p
Dylan POVI sit on the edge of the bed as I put my black shoes on as Savannah looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her bump is showing. I can see is peeking through her tight dress. I can’t help but smile. I know I wasn’t thrilled about it in the beginning, but the kid is growing on me.“What do you think? The red or the purple?” She asks, raising her large earrings. I frown, looking at the two options, and take a deep breath.“Don’t you have anything smaller? That won’t get everyone looking at your ears?” I ask, and when she spins around and looks at me, I realize I fucked up. I raise both of my hands up in an apology. “But what do I know? The purple?” I ask with a small smile on my lips.Savannah looks back in the mirror, holding both earrings clos