Chapter 33


    Chapter 33 Michelle


    A couple of weeks have passed, and I live with Maddox at what used to be his parent’s old


    summerhouse. His dad, who isn’t entirely terrible, let us have it for free. Sadly, Maddox’s dad couldn’t


    make it back to congratte us on the pregnancy. Maddox tells me his dad values his job over


    everything else, and that’s why his parents didn’tst. I didn’tment on thatst part, but I feel sad


    that Maddox’s dad isn’t in the picture that much.


    “Babe, I think you’re supposed to walk this way…” Maddox grips my shoulders, carefully steering me


    toward another room where people sit on blue mats.


    Immediately, I notice all thedies looking at the tall man behind me, and my newest friend bubbles up


    within me: jealousy.


    I experience it all the time. When I notice the girl working the cash register batting her eyshes at


    Maddox. Or when random girls ask him out even though I’m with him.


    I hate it.


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    Maddox wouldn’t cheat on me; I try telling myself that, but it’s hard when I have a baby bump. I’m


    getting fatter while my boyfriend is in the best shape of his life.


    “This is a good spot,” Maddox tells me, rolling out a mat for me.


    We are here to do some yoga. Madam Faux has special poses for me that avoid putting any kind of


    pressure on the belly. “Thank you,” I sh Maddox a smile. “Foring with me too.” “Anytime.” While


    Maddox is rolling out his mat, I catch Stephanie checking out the bulging biceps in his big arms. She is


    a single woman in her prime, maybe two years older than me, but very beautiful.


    Her face turns all shades of dreamy when Maddox cracks his shoulders, and I re at her. Stephanie


    gets a wide look in her eyes-caught staring at my boyfriend–and flushes red.


    My nostrils re. If I’m having trouble battling awaydies now, how will it be when I’m close to giving


    birth? I’m pregnant with twins, for fucks’s sake!


    A few minutester, Maddox is sweating. I’m keeping to the rituals, well, poses Madam Faux gave me,


    but he is doing the same weird shit the others in the room are.


    “I thought this was yoga?” Maddox is out of breath, his head facing down while his ass is in the air. It’s


    a pleasant view. “What the fuck is this position?”


    “Yoga for women, honey. Madam Faux is all about using yoga in bed and finding the right position for


    the perfect climax.” “The what?!”


    “Hush!” Madam Faux gets up from her mat, strolling to the back of the room where we are.


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    She is in herter fifties, a total cougar, and her ws are out and ready for Maddox.


    Great.


    Has a woman in her sixties also turned into a rival in love?


    She stops behind Maddox, checking out his rear end with appreciation in her gaze. “Hmm, excellent


    form, Daniels.”


    This time, I don’t feel jealousy. Especially since Maddox turns to me after she is gone.


    Mortified.


    “Thatdy is like over sixty and checked me out!” He sounds scared, and his face is actually looking


    pale. He whisper-yells. “This is thest time I follow you to do yoga, Michelle!”


    “Don’t use that using tone with me, mister. It was your idea toe with me! In fact, you wouldn’t


    let me walk out the door on my own and insisted that I couldn’t even walk to the car alone!”


    “You’re pregnant!”


    “Doesn’t mean I’m handicapped!”


    “Whatever. I’m sweating my balls off. Yoga is harder than football, and I can’t rake my brain for a


    reason why women do this. My body is hurting, and that… Thatdy… God, I got eye fucked by the


    instructor! This is a freaking nightmare, Michelle!”


    I snort, and Maddox res at me. “Oh no, don’t you dareugh at me! This shit isn’t funny, Michelle!”


    “I’m notughing…” I’m trying but failing not to twitch my lips. Theughter is there, threatening to


    bubble up. “Notughing my ass! You’re fucking vibrating!”


    I almost crack up but manage just to snort. “Stop…”


    “I’m wearing leggings, Michelle. LEGGINGS! You can see everything, and I’m pretty sure your


    instructor did-look, she ising back! And she just licked her lips!”


    “You have to stop…” My abs are clenching. Or they would if I had any. It’s all just a blob right now. I’m


    big.


    “You’re a fucking psycho, Michelle. You made me wear these things. Told me everyone does. You


    assured me multiple times, but thatdy over there? I don’t see her wearing leggings! Those are


    sweatpants!”


    That’s it. Maddox calling me psycho sends me tippling over the edge, and then I’mughing like a


    maniac. All the other people turn around to stare at me. Even Madam Faux is blinking.


    “Focus, Michelle,” Madam Faux calls over to me. “Easy breaths.”


    “I’m sorry…” I dry a tear on my finger and bite back anotherugh when I see Maddox yfully


    mouthing the word “psycho” at me. He makes meugh. I love him so damn much it hurts,


    I want to marry him.


    Have more of his babies.


    I’m just so in l