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I looked at Belle and she looked both frightened and concerned. “Is Morgan mad I’m here?”
“Little man, my ass.” Koty muttered.
“Morgan isn’t mad. There is something you should know before…” I was cutoff before I could finish when Belle gasped.
“Princess Emelia.” She whispered.
Yep, that’s what I was going to tell her but forgot. She watched the Princess Chronicles in the motorhome, and I didn’t tell her then because I didn’t want to make her more nervous.
Chapter Eighteen
Axton
Iturned and looked at Morgan and even I felt her pain. She looked like she could fall forward with that belly and her face said it all, she was miserable.
“Belle, this is Morgan, Creed’s wife. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, but yes, she’s an actress and she was in that movie you watched today.”
Morgan seemed concerned, and she cleared her throat. “Which movie?” I had to hide my amusement. Morgan didn’t want the little church girl to see her bare ass in the other movies and judge her.
“Umm…the Princess Chronicles, and I loved it.” Belle seemed a bit nervous, so I took a step closer to her and pressed my hand on her back to reassure her she was okay.
“Oh, thank God…” Morgan paused. “I mean, I’m happy you enjoyed it. I presume you’re, Belle. I’d shake your hand, but I don’t want to walk another step in the wrong direction.” Morgan was standing with a hand on her back.
“No, please. You should probably take a rest.” Belle was absolutely adorable.
Creed appeared and I heard Belle gasp. “Another one?” She whispered to herself.
“You must be Belle. I’m Creed, welcome to Creed’s Lake.” He shook her hand then turned before he looked down. “You must be Koty.” He towered over Koty, just like I did.
“It’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands.
Morgan spoke up. “I have some clothes for you upstairs in the guest bedroom. It looks like we are the same size or at least close. I have new undergarments laid out as well, I never got to wear them because…well.” She pointed at her very swollen belly.
“I appreciate it.” Belle said.
“Don’t let her fool you. She has more than a few clothes for you. It takes an entire spare bedroom just to accommodate her accessories. To regular people like us, she has an entire wardrobe for you.”
Regular people like us? Creed was a billionaire, far from a regular person, although he liked to pretend he was.
“Thank you.” Belle said.
“You’ve actually done me a favor. Kayla stopped over to help me thin out my closets. I’m going to need a lot more clothes in all different sizes here soon and need the space.” Morgan said then looked at Bolton. “Valerie, would you mind helping Belle? I’m sorry, but I really need to sit.”
Our little contradiction squealed. “I’m coming! I get to braid her hair like mommy taught me.”
That little shit said that sentence perfectly. Sometimes I wondered if she faked her speech problem just to look cute. I had to admit it worked, it was adorable the way she said things sometimes. Especially adorable when she pushed her glasses up her nose and squinted.
Addie took Belle’s hand and Bolton followed them upstairs.
Creed was standing with his hands in his jean pockets. “Koty, the prospects got you a coat, some jeans, and shirts. You can pick up the rest of what you need at the commissary. I threw them in the half bath over there.” Creed pointed. “See how much simpler men make it? They’re in a Walmart sack on top of the toilet tank.”
“Great thanks.” Koty walked toward the bathroom. He had mentioned a few times that Bolton’s jeans were a little tight in the crotch area and he was starting to get sore.
Creed looked at me. “Come on in, we can catch up, it’ll be awhile. I’m sure Addie wants to play dress up.”
I chuckled. “That child was a walking contradiction.” She bitched about wearing dresses but blushed and turned shy when we complimented her. Well, except Weston. The last time he complimented her dress she kicked him in the shin and punched him in the dick.
I followed Creed into the kitchen where he helped Morgan into a chair. She glared up at him. “What the hell did I do?”
