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will distract me from the emotional pain that this conversation with Greyson is causing me.
    “Can we talk about something else dude? No offense, but I really want to forget about your sister for now.” Grey, drums his fingers on the bar as he’s lost in his thoughts for a moment. He finally nods his head.
          “So how about those Patriots?”

Chapter Four
    Shelby
     
         I somehow made it through the first weekend without Jeff, and now it’s already Thursday night of the following week. We’ve been officially over for more than a week now and if I said I wasn’t devastated I would be a huge liar. I miss Jeff more than I can say. I miss his sweetness, his humor, his sexiness, his sexiness and more of his sexiness. God, I’m so fucking horny without him. At this rate, I’m going to wear out my vibrator. Pregnancy hormones are no joke. I promise I will never laugh at another pregnant woman when they tell me about the trials of the second trimester. Now that I’m experiencing it first hand, it’s unbearable. Who knew that urge for sex would be so powerful? I feel like a teenage boy must, with my thoughts constantly consumed with the need to satisfy my carnal urges. I’ve never masturbated so much in my life. I’m talking once or twice each day, and it’s enough to make me look forward to the misery of the final trimester. It can’t be worse than walking around with drenched panties all the time and no longer having a man to satisfy this intense craving for sex.
     
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          I’m sitting on Hailey’s couch waiting for her to finish getting ready, and my patience is wearing thin. I’m starving and this voracious pregnancy appetite of mine is no joke. These days, it needs to be satisfied almost as often as my vagina does. Hailey and I are going out for dinner. I haven’t had a chance to clue her in to all that’s happened this past week. Well, that’s not exactly true. I didn’t feel like rehashing it all before now. I’m still devastated by Jeff moving out, but it’s time for me to come to grips with the demise of our relationship and focus on my little guy that’s brewing in my belly. I giggle to myself as I think of my large muscular brother Greyson and how gently he rubbed my baby bump and spoke to my belly the last time I saw him.
          “How are you doing in there, little man? What’s it feel like to be brewing in your mommy’s tummy dude?” I snort out loud as I think of how ridiculously sweet that moment was. I can’t say I’ve ever heard it called “brewing in your mommy’s tummy” before, but it was adorable coming out of Grey’s giant, oafish self. For as much of a badass as he is, he can be the gentlest soul. He’s so much deeper than everyone thinks he is. I only know because he and I have a special relationship. Maybe we recognize the similarities between us or it could be that we just get each other. I don’t know what the common denominator between us is, but I do know that Greyson has always been my safe haven. He’s the only one of my brothers that I confide in. I love all of them, but Grey’s special. He’s a troubled soul and like recognizes like. I know he’s got a darkness to him that he tries to hide from our family. I don’t know all of the details of what makes him the damaged individual he is. I’m sure it began with the death of my mother. I was only a tiny baby when she passed, but Grey and Aiden were almost four. They were certainly old enough to be affected by her death and yet it seems as though Grey took a much worse blow from it all than his twin Aiden did.
          I haven’t spoken with any of my family members since before J and I broke up. Broke up. It sounds so juvenile, but then again don’t all the other euphemisms for ending a relationship. We split, we separated, we parted ways, we put the cow out to pasture, we put the final nail in the coffin. Those are all horrible ways of saying that I fucked up