Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0353

Chapter 0353

“Maybe order a pizza?” I say, hopeful. Dad he laughs and goes to make the call. I dig eagerly into the greasy hot pizza about anhour later, absolutely starving. Because that’s how I am these days — just constantly hungry and constantly snacking to keep thenausea away.

Because the moment that I stepped into my second trimester...

Let's just say that the easy nature of my first trimester? When I wondered whether I was pregnant, because I couldn’t feel — at all— that I was pregnant?

Well. That went the hell out the window.

I woke up in the middle of the night one night, green to the gills, and rushed to my bathroom to barf up absolutely everything inmy stomach. And it honestly feels like I have been nauseous every single second since that first night.

The only thing that keeps the nausea at bay is constantly eating. And my solution to this — to which no one has yet protested — isto keep snacks in every corner of the house so that I can wander from room to room and there’s always something waiting forme.

“What is this,” Janeen murmurs one afternoon as she sits in my bathroom with me, watching me lean over my sink to put a littlemascara on my eyelashes. I turn to look at her and see that she’s pulled a bag of popcorn out from the bathroom closet, stashedin with the towels.

“That’s my...bathroom snack...” I murmur, suddenly blushing as I realize how weird it is. But my sister just laughs at me and putsit back.

“Whatever you need, Fay,” she sighs, coming to put an arm around me and to run her hand over my belly, which is just barelystarting to swell.

“How is little Princess Baby doing in there, anyway?”

“She’s good,” I murmur, though I can’t help being a little chagrined. “Wish she'd lay off the nausea trigger a little bit, though. Whatdoes she even get from it?”

“We'll make her pay it back to us on her twenty-first birthday,” Janeen says, grinning and giving me a big kiss on the cheek.“Make her barf so much she needs bathroom snacks to recover.”

I laugh and then turn, shaking my head at her. “You need to stop calling the baby a she, Janeen,” I say, grinning. “We still don’tknow, and you're going to confuse both me and yourself — and potentially the baby, if it ends up being a boy.”

“I remain convinced,” Janeen says, waving her hand at me as she leaves me alone in the bathroom. “She until proven otherwise!Besides,” she shrugs, calling over her shoulder, “gender is a spectrum!”

I nod, conceding the point, and I turn to the mirror and grimace a little, and then look down at my belly. “What do you think, littlebaby,” I murmur, running a hand over my little pot belly. “You’re she until proven otherwise, while your dad, today...”

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