I’ll Do It.
“I can’t believe I missed the bacon cobs,” Lauren grumbles, dropping her bag onto the table with a clatter. She nods towards the kitchen, raising her eyebrows. “Washing the dishes?”
“Yeah,” I smile, avoiding her inquisitive gaze.
“Are you two—”
Her words are cut short by the arrival of Jax and three mugs of tea. He hands me mine, his fingers brushing against me as he does. Lauren looks excited, grinning stupidly as she blew on her tea.
“Any good bargains today?” I ask, as Jax settles down on the sofa beside me. His arm stretches behind my head, and My skin prickles at the proximity.
“This and that. Nothing spectacular.”
“Are you two,” Jax waves his finger between me and Lauren. “In business together?”
“For me it’s more of a hobby. But for Jolie, it’s a full on business. She’s got an eye for hidden gems,” Lauren says proudly, as Jax nods beside me.
“So tell me about your business,” Jax drawls from beside me, and I feel a wave of nausea sweep through me.
Damn it. I thought this had passed.
I swallow, taking a deep breath as Lauren jumps up, heading to the kitchen. She returns with a pack of ginger biscuits, tearing them open and making a face at me.
“Still got morning sickness?”
I nod, munching on a biscuit as Jax rubs my back, his touch creating the perfect pressure.
“It should pass soon. Nicole had it with Grace for a few months,” Lauren muses, staring at me thoughtfully. “Unless you’re having twins.”
Jax lets out a strangled noise from beside me, and I can’t help but snigger.
“Don’t give us anything to worry about,” I snort, turning to see Jax shaking his head.
“Twins don’t run in my family,” Jax points out. “Thank fuck.”
“Twins run on the mother's side,” Lauren continues unhelpfully. “Jolie, any twins in your family?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” I shrug, and Jax exhales from beside me.
“Only one baby on the scan,” Jax declares cheerfully, and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.
“Can I see?” Lauren asks, and I nod, my eyes scanning the room for my bag.
“Here,” Jax says, handing Lauren his phone.
It’s his screensaver.
Lauren recovers quicker than I do, and I turn to see Jax gazing at me through ombré eyes.
“What?” He says, frowning at me.
“You have it as your screensaver?” I say stupidly, and he makes a face.
“Of course I do. It’s my Lock Screen, and Immie is my Home Screen.”
It’s all I’ve got. I don’t know why I’m surprised, but I am. Jax lifts an eyebrow at me, tilting his head to the side as I continue to stare into his eyes. Eyes that hold me captive by an invisible grip that renders me useless.
Jax looks amused, but before he can say anything I hear a sob from Lauren.
“This is so cute, I can’t believe you’re having a baby.”
Again, the pressure on my back from Jax, and this time I sink against it.
“I know. One night of lust, a lifetime of fuss,” I joke, as Jax removes his hand.
“Well, I’ll let you ladies get on with your day. Jolie, ring me if you need anything.”
Lauren looks guilty for a second, and jumps to her feet.
“Don’t go! I was just popping in. Stay with her.”
Jax glances at me, folding his arms over his chest.
“Do you need me, Jolie?”
“No, I’m fine,” I say hastily, waving him away. “To be honest, I’ll probably get some more sleep.”
Jax nods, before rising to his feet.
“Let me know if you need anything,” he repeats, his eyes meeting mine. “Anything at all. Anytime, day or night.”
His eyes drop to my stomach, and the lurch I feel there is almost painful.
It’s nothing to do with the baby.
It’s because he’s leaving.
“I’ll call you after I’ve spoken to Brad,” I say, and his gaze hardens.
“You sure you don’t want me to go see him?” He says, his eyes narrowing.
“Brad? Why do you need to call Brad?” Lauren frowns, sinking back to her seat.
“No reason,” I lie, and Jax rolls his eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Lauren.”
“Likewise,” she smiles sweetly, turning to watch him stride towards the door.
He turns back to me as he opens it, nodding at me curtly.
“Okay,” I whisper, our eyes locking once more before he left, my soul cold without his presence.
“Holy mackerel, he is fucking beautiful. God! What I wouldn’t give to be knocked up by that!” Lauren breathes, her eyes wide with excitement.
“He’s hot alright, and he’s also a friend of Brads,” I sigh, giving my best friend an exasperated look.
Lauren looks like she’s gasping for air mid swallow, her eyes bulging out as she gulps. “What?! Brad?!”
“Yup,” I pop the p, letting the information sink in. “Plus he knows my neighbour who I’ve kind of had a thing with,” I confess.
Lauren looks like she’s been slapped, and I half chuckle.
“It would be interesting if it wasn’t so fucked up,” I groan.
“Wait,” Lauren holds her hand up. “Tell me everything.”
So I do, I leave nothing out. Lauren’s face changes rapidly throughout, draining of colour when I tell her about Jax walking into Chris’s party.
“So you just walked out? Shit!” Lauren exhales, shaking her head.
I shuffle uncomfortably then, and she whistles.
“Did Jax go home?”
This is ridiculous. Lauren is my best friend, I can’t hide anything from her.
“Eventually,” I say, leaving out the part where he devoured me.
“Christ. And what about Chris? Have you heard from him? And what the fuck, Brads gonna die when he finds out you’re pregnant with his mates baby.”
I grimace, knowing I’ve got to tell Brad before he finds out from someone else. The last thing I want is him thinking it’s his.
“Chris came over this morning but so did Jax. Baby daddy territorial senses kicked in, and Chris left.”
“Good,” Lauren nods. “I’ve got my money on Jax.”
“What the hell are you on about? It’s not like that,” I huff, pushing the thought of his head between my legs aside.
“Uh huh, but I see the way you look at him,” Lauren smirks, curling her legs up beneath her. “Like you’re an enigma that he wants to solve.”
“Jax doesn’t want a relationship,” I shake my head ruefully. “Although he’s suggested we get together for the baby’s sake—”
“Yes! Do it!” Lauren chimes in, her eyes glazing over.
“Lauren. One, he’s friends with Brad. Two, I don’t even know him, but what I do know shows me he is fully on the playboy path. Three, we need to work together as parents, not fucking it up with a shorty relationship that we both get bored of.”
Lauren stares at me in disbelief.
“You think you’ll be taking the kid to Disney? Holding hands as co-parents and it all works out swell? He’ll be hanging out the back of you on Dumbo, babes.”
I snort with laughter then, shaking my head as she grins.
“For real though. What are you gonna tell Rad?”
I hesitate, imagining Brad's reaction to me being pregnant. To being pregnant by his friend?
A text message alerts me to my phone, which is sat beside me.
Just saw Rad. He’s hungover to fuck, and recovering from a fight. Not today.
Chris knows. Soon it will be out, I don’t care if he doesn't like it. If you’re worried about your friendship, I can hold off on your deets just yet.
I’m not worried about that, love. I’m worried about you getting any stress. Honestly, let me tell him.
“Jax wants to tell Brad himself,” I chew on my lip, as Lauren claps her hands together.
“You should let him! You don’t have to tell Brad shit. He’s your ex. Jax has a friendship with him, let him deal with his bullshit.”
“You know, you’re probably right,” I say slowly, ignoring my gut that’s twisting in my stomach. “It has fuck all to do with him.”
“Atta girl. Preach!” Cheers Lauren, and we clink our mugs together. “If he gives you shit, tell Jax. He looks like he can handle himself.”
Lauren’s expression turns dreamy, and I feel a stab of jealousy.
“Are you fantasising about my baby’s father?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow as she colours.
“Yeah, he’s hot. Why’d you care, nothing is going on with you two,” Lauren huffs, and I fold my arms with annoyance.
“Loz, I’m pregnant with his child, please don’t crack onto him!”
Lauren throws her head back laughing. “I honestly won’t. But you should.”
I roll my eyes,instead dragging another biscuit out of the packet.
These really do help.
Okay, you tell him. *gulps*
I’ve got this, love. Nothing for you to worry about. Take care of our mini us.
Despite his words I feel sick with nerves. Lauren insists on making more tea, and flips down on the sofa, flipping through shows idly.
I hope Jax is right.