All because of me and my stupid fucking heart.
Getting kicked out of our home wouldn’t have been a problem had my mother’s credit not been completely destroyed as she tried to keep me alive, and us fed, while working, and me being in and out of a hospital room many times over the course of my short life.
It took us over two years to be able to find a place to stay, and even then, it’d only been because we’d used my social security number to get it.
Mavis blinked. “Smile and be pretty?”
“You know you’re beautiful,” I said. “You’re just better at using it to get what you want now.”
Her hand dropped to her stomach, and it was then that I realized that Mavis was pregnant.
Disgust hit me and I stepped back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. What did you want when you stopped in?”
Mavis blinked, clearing the fog from her eyes as she seemed to gather up her composure, wrap the aloofness around her like a cape, and then say, “I wanted a mechanic’s opinion on the car I was going to buy. But I think that I’ll just leave.”
She started to head to her car in the next moment, and I felt like a dick.
“What kind of car were you wanting to buy?” I asked.
She looked at me over her shoulder, then turned back around without another word.
“Buy American,” I told her. “Parts are easier to get.”
She ignored me and dropped down into her car, then rolled up the window once she had it started.
She didn’t reply.
Nor did she take my advice.
The next time I saw her she was driving a minivan.
One made in a foreign country.
CHAPTER 2
Practice makes perfect. But since nobody is perfect, why practice?
-Mavis’s secret thoughts
MAVIS
2 weeks later
I was scared to go to the class after seeing who’d just walked through the doors ahead of me.
In fact, as I stared at the doors to Madd CrossFit, I contemplated starting my foreign-made van up and peeling out of the parking lot.
But, since this class was the only damn class that I could attend today or tomorrow, I reluctantly got out of my van, slid my fancy-ass back door open, and grabbed my bag.
I groaned at the weight.
I’d added new lifters to the bag, and they were a whole lot heavier than I’d thought they would be.
That, or maybe I was turning into a little bitch the more pregnant I got.
Not that that was possible to do. You were either pregnant or you weren’t. There was no ‘more’ possible.
Maybe a better phrase would be ‘how far along’ I was.
I was now a total of five months.
Weeks wise, I was twenty weeks, officially halfway to the finish line.
If I was lucky, I’d make it thirty-eight weeks and get to finish my finals for this semester before I went into labor.
But knowing my luck, that would never happen.
I’d probably pop three weeks early and have to beg my sister to watch my newborn while I got through the rest of my classes and clinicals.
Not that she would ever say no. My sister was my best friend. My ride or die. The one woman that I could count on no matter what. My person. My love went to only one person in this world, and it was her.
“Hey, girl!”
I looked up to see a woman that I rarely got to see because she frequented only the early classes—classes that I avoided if I could help it seeing as I hated getting up early.
“Alma!” I cried. “Hey! How are you?”
Alma smiled her sweet smile to me, her face a ray of sunshine despite the early hour. Oh, and the no sun thing.
“I’m doing well. What are you doing at this class? I thought you avoided anything before seven am like the plague?” she snickered.
I sighed. “I do. I wish I could still. But I have a clinical today from seven in the morning until seven this evening. As well as an even earlier one tomorrow. So if I want to get a workout in this week, it’s going to have to be today.”
She groaned. “Well, I hope that you brought a portable shower. Coach told me he did this one last night to test it out, and he was so sweaty afterward that he needed a hose down.”
I groaned as I walked in, my eyes automatically going to Murphy, aka Alessio, in the corner who was talking to Madden.
My eyes skipped right over Madden and stayed on the man that was sitting on a box slipping on his tennis shoes.
I looked away when Alma once again drew me into conversation.
“When are you due?” she asked.
I was so focused on her, and getting ready to workout, that I hadn’t realized how close Madden and Murphy had moved until I heard Madden say, “You’re pregnant?”