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She was big. And Harley hated being big. Not that Mistah J minded, he pretended he hadn’t noticed that she was growing at an alarming rate. He just carried on like nothing was happening, and Harley wasn’t stupid enough to bring it up. She did as she was told, if Mistah J told her to get on her knees she did it, if she was sent on a dangerous errand she went and God help her if she didn’t.
He stopped taking her to the clubs with him after a while, he left without saying a word to her and when he came home he acted like he hadn’t just been to a club surround by strippers. Harley took her turn to pretend she didn’t notice. Mistah J still treated her as he always had, he still loved her and even if he did still slap her around, Harley still felt lucky.
The only people who showed they had noticed Harley’s condition were Mistah J’s men who hung around. They couldn’t stop starring at Harley’s ever growing body with the worried eyes. Frost even looked like he might say something every so often but his self-preservation instinct got the better of him.
Even Harley pretended it wasn’t happening; after all she was good at pretend games. She kept the game up until one evening the pain became to real and she started to scream. She staggered to the bedroom knowing Mistah J wasn’t there; he was in the next room on his computer planning his next joke. Harley collapsed on the bed, clutching her swollen stomach screaming at the top of her lungs. She heard someone approach the bedroom but then she heard her Mistah J snap “Leave her”
All alone, she had no idea what to do. She spent an hour panicking alone then she heard the voice of one of the men “She’s in there” and then a very scared man was shoved into the room. If Harley wasn’t in so much pain she would have found a weapon and killed the stranger there and then. “I’m a doctor” spluttered the man quickly “I was brought to help you”
It was a few hours later when with some trouble the baby arrived. The doctor was removed from the room by one of the men and Harley heard a gunshot somewhere down stairs. The doctor was dead. Harley looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms; the baby was painfully bright against Harley’s own bleached skin. The baby had blue eyes and soft brown hair, Harley clutched the baby to her chest. When she was younger she had a doll like the one that now lay in her arms. She heard the door open, she instantly looked up “Puddin’” her face broke into a childish grin. Mistah J strode into the room; he was wearing dark trousers with a purple shirt, a gun holster swinging under his arm. He doesn’t say anything; he just walks to Harley side and stares at the baby like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen. “Is that it?” he growls. Harley nods letting go of the child slightly in case Mistah J grabs it. “It won’t get in the way” he fixes his gaze on her.
“No, it won’t” Harley answers smiling slightly.
“Oh that wasn’t a question, I’m telling you, sugar, that thing won’t get in the way” Mistah J snarled.
“Can I keep it?” Harley asked prepared for him to say no.
“For now” he said looking down at the baby “What’s his name?”
“She hasn’t got one yet” Harley said quietly “Would you like to hold her?” that was a stupid question she realised that as soon as the question left her mouth. But to her surprise Mistah J leant down and took the bundle of blankets from her. He smiled down at the baby slightly menacingly, silver teeth on show. “Who do you love more? Me or the baby?” he asked staring at the baby.
“You, puddin’, always you” Harley answered truthfully.
“Good” Mistah J said coldly dropping the baby in her arms “I’ll see you in a week” he slammed the door on his way out waking the baby with a start and making her cry.