Neighbor from Hell

Chapter 7 of The Pregnancy Chronicles

“You don’t look so good,” Cole said around a mouthful of pancake while Jason sat hunched over the table trying to find the will to live.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled against the cool kitchen table as he glared at the woman responsible.

“Leave your father alone,” Haley said with a sweet smile that had his eyes narrowing dangerously on the woman who hadn’t followed her own advice.

She’d…

God, he didn’t even want to think about the naughty things that she’d done to him all night. Every time she’d reached for him, he’d prayed that it was the last time, but it never was. It was never enough to satisfy the cruel woman nibbling on a piece of bacon. Every time he’d touched her, she’d moaned for more, whispered things in his ear that left him trembling, screamed his name in ways that had his balls pulling up tight, and squeezed him dry, making it impossible to stay mad at the woman the next time she reached for him.

Chapter 6: The Pregnancy Chronicles

For a moment, Haley considered trying to wake Jason up again, but…

Since he’d growled the last time that she’d tried, she decided that she should probably let him sleep. Decision made, she moved to climb off the bed only to end up biting back a groan when Jason cracked one eye open so that he could glare at her.

“I have to use the bathroom,” she said, weakly gesturing towards the bathroom door as Jason’s gaze quickly flickered towards the bathroom before landing back on her.

Chapter 5: Pregnancy Chronicles

He’d seriously fucked up this time, Jason thought as his gaze flickered to the open bathroom door and-

Realized that it was already too late when Haley, who was now fed and no longer crying, ran her eyes lazily over him in that way that used to tell him that he’d be spending the rest of the night satisfying his pregnant wife’s needs. The only problem with that? He was already fucking tired and he had to go to work in the morning.

When she was pregnant with Cole, he could have gone all fucking night and day with her and had several times, but now…

 

Chapter 5: Pregnancy Chronicles

“Are you feeling better?” came the hesitant question from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yes,” Haley mumbled sadly only to sniffle as she hugged the large folded towel in her arms against her chest.

That was followed by releasing a shuddering breath, another sniffle, and a small, barely noticeable sob that had her biting back a groan because this was getting ridiculous. She had no idea why she was crying or how to stop it. She wasn’t upset or sad, not after she’d managed to spend the day tormenting her husband, Haley thought as a smile began to play on her lips only to end on a sob.

Chapter 3: The Pregnancy Chronicles

“He’s going to kill you,” Cole said, not really sounding all that concerned as he finished off the shepherd’s pie that she’d made earlier and reached for the chicken alfredo she’d made after she picked up the brownies.

“No, he’s not,” Haley said, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she took in all the food she’d made and bought today and couldn’t help but regret her decision not to stop at the Fire & Brimstone on the way home to grab two Bradford Specials to give it that special touch.

“You’ve been sending him pictures of all his favorite foods all day and you don’t think he’s going to be pissed?” Cole absently asked as he glanced down at his phone.

“By the time he gets home, he’ll be too tired to do anything more than eat dinner and glare,” she pointed out with a satisfied sigh.

She’d planned this perfectly.

Pregnancy Chronicles: Chapter 2

“Welcome to A.P. United States History,” Jason said as he gestured towards the whiteboard while he took in the classroom full of students visibly struggling not to panic.

Oh, this was going to be a fun year, he thought, biting back a smile as he grabbed the stack of syllabuses.

“My name is Mr. Bradford and I’ll be your teacher this year. Everything that you will need to pass my class and pass the A.P. exam is outlined in this syllabus,” Jason said as he walked across the aisles, handing a stack to the students in the front row. “My rules are very simple, leave the excuses at home, come to class prepared to work, and don’t let me catch you with a cellphone in my class,” he drawled as he dropped the last stack off and reached over and plucked a cellphone from a girl, who better get used to losing her phone.

He dropped the cellphone in the basket on his desk as he grabbed the syllabus that he’d made notes on this morning and–

Pregnancy Chronicles: Chapter 1

“No,” came the firm denial before Haley got a chance to make her case.

“Just hear me out,” she said, forced to crawl off the bed and chase after Jason when he walked into the bathroom. “What if–”

“Not happening,” the stubborn man that she loved for some reason said firmly, cutting her off as he pulled his tie around his neck.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Haley pointed out with a stubborn tilt of her head as she absently reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose before she crossed her arms over her chest so that she could properly glare at her husband.

 

Babysitting Bradfords Part III

“We can talk about this,” Jason mumbled against the duct tape, trying not to panic as he threw a hopeful glance at the in-law apartment’s closed door as Devin and Charlie’s voices came closer.
 
He glanced back to find the twins sitting in front of him, looking bored as they watched him. When he heard Charlie and Devin head upstairs, he threw another panicked look at the door only to look back at the twins in time to see their lips pull up into pleased smiles and…
 
Oh, God, he couldn’t remember if he told his wife that he loved her, Jason realized as his life flashed before his eyes when the twins, as one, took a bite of the candy bars they’d found in his bag while they continued to stare at him. He didn’t know what he was thinking when he volunteered to babysit, but if he made it out of this alive, and it was looking less likely with every passing second, he was never going to do it again.

Babysitting Bradfords Part II

He was going to fucking kill Devin, Jason thought as he sat there, staring at the twins that played him so fucking well. He never should have looked beneath that bed, but he’d looked everywhere else for them and…

God, he should have fucking known better.

“We need more chocolate,” Abbi said with a firm nod as she reached over and grabbed a handful of M&Ms and tossed them into the large mixing bowl overflowing with ice cream and a shitload of toppings.

Using a mixing spoon, Dustin scooped up some ice cream, took a bite and shook his head. “More hot fudge,” the little boy that had tied him up, said as Jason laid there, seething with rage.