My Pregnant Stepsister

I saw ten missed calls from the jerk. Why was he calling her so much? What could be so important to him? Even if Quinn wanted another guy, why Brandon? Just because I'm acting calm doesn't mean I don't know what to do.

I quickly went upstairs, straight to Quinn's room. She was applying lotion to her body—a lovely sight. My vision was swimming; I was drunk. She looked surprised to see me, though.

I went to her and handed her her phone. She took it and didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," I finally said after a long silence.

"What?" she muttered.

I sat beside her on the bed. "I said I'm sorry. Don't make me repeat myself. Believe me, this hurts harder than it sounds," I grumbled.

"If apologizing to me is going to end up being a complaint, then you should just go. I'm sleepy," she said, taking her pillow.

"Quinn, hear me out. I'm sorry for not telling you about the dinner. I just decided not to because you were pregnant and it would be stressful," I said.

"You're drunk. Go and come back tomorrow when you're in your right mind," she said, blowing me off.

I pulled her close in a half-hug so she could lean on me. "I said I'm sorry, hunn," I cooed. "Please, Quinn, forgive me. I won't hide anything like that from you again. That's a promise," I said.

Anything, anything at all to convince her. She shrugged my hands off. Wow, I really hurt her a lot when I didn't tell her. She didn't want to say anything.

"Please, wifey. It's been a long time since I've touched the baby, and you know I can't touch it without your permission. Please, I'm sorry," I pleaded, looking distraught.

She nodded, and I kissed her lips like never before.

"You'll put Brandon on your block list, right?" I mumbled between kisses.

She chuckled.

"I'm serious, Quinn. Ten missed calls in one hour? Does he want to eat you alive?" I asked after we broke the kiss.

"He's my friend," she simply said and sat up properly on the bed. I moved closer, holding her to myself.

"You know he likes you," I added. She didn't say anything.

"Joshua, you're drunk. Go to your room. I don't want you here," she said.

I kissed her on her forehead. "Slow down, carrot nose. We have to sleep," she said.

"Carrot nose?" I asked. She laughed.

How am I carrot nose?

WEEKS LATER

Joshua's POV

I was on the couch working with my laptop. The past few weeks have been stressful. Quinn's been demanding one thing or another. I feel like a nurse. She's now five months pregnant, and her tummy is getting bigger bit by bit. I barely have time for myself. Dad knows better than to force me into this marriage. It's making me feel old.

Quinn walked into the living room with the music box I bought her yesterday. She had her phone with her too. Thank goodness she stopped talking to that Brandon goat. I hate him more than I dislike Lil Wayne.

Quinn was wearing blue shorts that stopped right after her backside and a long-sleeved striped shirt. She dropped her music box on the table and walked to the video stand. She set her phone in it and came to me.

"I'm competing in a couples' dance contest, and I need you to dance with me. I really want to win. The women I met at the prenatal clinic are also competing, and I bragged a lot because I'm sure we'll win," she said, pulling my arm.

I refused to stand up. "Josh, carrot nose, come on!" she whined, pulling me up with both hands.

"I'm sorry, but I don't dance," I stated and sat back on the chair.

"What? Stop lying to me, hunn. I really want to win," she said.

"I'm busy," I said, blowing her off. She shut my laptop and threw it onto the next chair.

Jeez, such a nerve. Pregnant women are something else. So aggressive.

"Come on, hubby!" she exclaimed and ran to her music box, turning on a song.

"Yummy" by Justin Bieber.

Seriously?

> Yeah, you got that yummy, yum

> That yummy, yum

> That yummy, yummy

> Yeah, you got that yummy, yum

> That yummy, yum

> That yummy, yummy

> Say the word, on the way

> Yeah babe, yeah babe, yeah babe

> Any night, any day

> Say the word, on my way

> Yeah babe, yeah babe, yeah babe

> In the morning or late

> Say the word, on my way.

>

> bonafide stallion

> Ain't in no stable, no, you stay on the run

> Ain't on the side, you're number one

> Yeah, every time I come around, you get it done

> Yeah, you got that yummy, yum

> That yummy, yum

> That yummy, yummy

> Yeah, you got that yummy, yum

> That yummy, yum

> That yummy, yummy

>

She started to dance in front of her camera (phone). I have to admit, she knows how to move. She twisted her waist and shook her backside in the process. She looked at me and frowned like she wanted to cry. My wife is unbelievable.

I stood up and went to her, and she smiled. "I'm not dancing," I whispered to her, and she frowned.

"Please, hubby, my beautiful carrot nose, my sugar plum," she said, pouting.

Oh, so she wants to bribe me with sugary names... I felt myself blush. But I don't dance in front of people. I looked at her innocent, cute face waiting for me to dance. I sighed and started breakdancing. She covered her mouth with her hands, watching me move. She's the only person in my family to ever see me dance. I only danced in school.

She started to shake her body, facing the camera while I stood behind her. Since she wants to win the contest, let's show them a little couples' romance.

I held Quinn by her waist and wrapped my hands around her from behind. As the music played, I kissed her neck and bit it softly. I felt her smile. She placed her hands on mine as we danced slowly. I turned and saw the maids staring at us. Hmph.

I could feel Quinn's backside rubbing against me. It felt so nice. I was starting to get hard, so I pulled away from her.

Quinn rushed to her phone and put it to her ear while I turned off the music. She had just received a call.

From who?

She gulped and brought the phone down. Her mood changed. She looked sad. I went to her.

"Wifey, what's wrong?" I asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"It's my cousin... he just called," she replied, looking lost.

"Um... is there a problem?" I asked, extremely concerned, and she nodded slowly.

"He wants to see me," she said in a low voice.

"So? Why should that be a problem? Would he harm you?" I asked, taking her phone.

"No, it's... it's personal," she said, taking her phone back from me. She tried to leave, but I stopped her.

"We are married, Quinn. No secrets," I said. I looked around, making sure the maids were gone.

"I haven't spoken to my ex-boyfriend's brother for almost seven months now. He doesn't know I'm married. I didn't tell him because I know he'll hurt me."

"He just called me. I'm scared... what does he want from me? If he finds out I'm pregnant, he'll hurt me and my baby," she said, and for the first time, I saw tears fall from her eyes.

Who's making my pregnant wife cry?

Joshua's POV

I stood beside Quinn's bed, staring at her as she stayed moody and sad.

"Please eat something, hunn... I'll feed you," I said.

She shook her head. "I don't have an appetite," she replied.

"But what about the baby? Please eat for the baby," I said.

She didn't reply but just remained quiet, staring into nothing.

"Your ex won't hurt you, I promise," I said, sitting beside her and making her lean on my shoulder. She still didn't say a word.

Hunn... I know how to handle this guy. He'll regret having the guts to call Quinn after everything he's made her go through. I just need help from my friend, Jake. He's kind of more crazy and more of a bad boy than me.

NEXT DAY

I walked into Quinn's room and found her dressing up. She was fixing her hair. She's probably the only woman I've seen who spends all day at a salon fixing her beauty or something.

"Are you ready?" I asked, coming close to her. She nodded and took her bag from the table.

"Don't you think I should come with you?" I asked. I tried convincing her, but her answer was "no." That's why I want to do things my way.

Hunn... I know how to handle this guy. He'll regret having the guts to call Quinn after everything he's made her go through. I just need help from my friend, Jake. He's kind of more crazy and more of a bad boy than me.

NEXT DAY

I walked into Quinn's room and found her dressing up. She was fixing her hair. She's probably the only woman I've seen who spends all day at a salon fixing her beauty or something.

"Are you ready?" I asked, coming close to her. She nodded and took her bag from the table.

"Don't you think I should come with you?" I asked. I tried convincing her, but her answer was "no." That's why I want to do things my way.