All Chapters of The Joker - The Ashford Brothers Series - Book Two: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jo POV “Are you sure you’re okay to go with me?” I ask Layla as she finishes her coffee. She nods her head dabbing the napkin on her lips.  “Don’t be stupid, of course. I am going with you,” Layla says as she rubs her bump. I stand up walking around the table to help her up, but she waves me off. “I can do it,” she tells me with a wink. Layla is so big it’s unbelievable, but if you see her from behind, you would never think she is pregnant.  She is five months pregnant now. I am organizing a Gender reveal party for her. She asked me to do it as I am about to be the baby’s godmother. I couldn’t be more excited. I watch as she waddles to the living room where her shoes are. I sit in front of her, helping with the shoes. She looks like she is around eight months. This is a wicked big baby for her tiny body, so she has a scheduled c-section.

Jo POV Layla went home after leaving me alone in my own apartment. I sit on the couch holding the papers with an insane amount of shopping bags around me. I look around, shaking my head. I might go return most of it. I don’t have anywhere to wear those kinds of clothes. I might keep the shoes. Can’t really say no to some Manolo Blahnik can I? They are beautiful, and I will never wear them just because I will be too scared of ruining them. I might wear them in the house. Don’t get me wrong. I have a Dolce, and one Gucci dress, but they were bought in thrift stores. They were findings that I still can’t believe I found. I don’t know how people can get rid of their dresses like that. They had the tags on, so they were never worn.  I hold the papers up as I start reading the treatment, and how it works. There are a lot of injections and scans, not to mention blood tests and all sorts. I will find out everything abou

Dylan POVI sit on the edge of the bed as I put my black shoes on as Savannah looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her bump is showing. I can see is peeking through her tight dress. I can’t help but smile. I know I wasn’t thrilled about it in the beginning, but the kid is growing on me. “What do you think? The red or the purple?” She asks, raising her large earrings. I frown, looking at the two options, and take a deep breath. “Don’t you have anything smaller? That won’t get everyone looking at your ears?” I ask, and when she spins around and looks at me, I realize I fucked up. I raise both of my hands up in an apology. “But what do I know? The purple?” I ask with a small smile on my lips. Savannah looks back in the mirror, holding both earrings clos

Jo POVToday is the freaking event. I look inside my closet trying to find something I can wear and I find my Gucci dress. I pull it out and smile. It really is beautiful, and I only wore it once. A knock on the door makes me jump and my heart beats fast. It’s too early to be Greg picking me up. I look through the magic eye and it’s a delivery man with a massive white box. I frown as I open the door and he smiles. “Miss Jo Thompson?” He asks and I nod. “This is for you,” he says, passing me the box. He puts a paper on top for me to sign and I smile.“Let me just put the box down,” I say as I put it on the floor. I can’t really take my eyes off of it. He gives me his pen and I sign the paper.“Have a good day,” he tells me.“You too,” I reply before I close the door and get on my knees, undoing the big gold bow that covers t

Jo POV “What the hell was that all about?” Layla asks as I place both my hands on the sink, trying to calm my beating heart. “What are you doing here with that asshole?” She keeps asking as I struggle to breathe and I feel like my entire world is ready to collapse. “What were you thinking? Kissing that guy? Like that?” Layla finally realizes I am struggling and stops speaking as she rests one hand on my back. “I panicked. It was the first thing that came to mind, and I know I fucked up, but you know what? Fuck him.” I say at the same time the door opens and Barbie walks in, waltzing with her small baby bump. If there’s one person who I would say doesn’t deserve, this joy is her.  I look away from her, and Layla smiles as we stay quiet. “You don’t need to stop talking. I know you are obsessed with Dylan,” she says, and I can’t help but snort as I look at her now. “You need to move on, you were just a pass time wh