Karma Kameleon

Book 2: Karma Kollection

by Stephanie Haefner

Genres: Romance; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Karma is back, but this time she's not completely to blame. After surviving a heart- wrenching tragedy, Lexi Marshall is determined to find happiness with her wacky, new-age family. Stumbling through her first few months of motherhood, she's achieved the perfect balance living with her son, the love of her life, and her best friend and his lover. But happily-ever-after all under the same roof doesn't last long. For one thing, Rich doesn't exactly agree living with everyone is ideal. With their gay/straight double wedding fast approaching, he wants to find a place of their own instead of continuing to sponge off of Marcus and Kevin. But Lexi isn't ready to give up her easy lifestyle. . .or the never-ending wisdom of her lifelong best friend, Marcus. Torn between assured comfort and true happiness, Lexi has to make a choice, and fast. Will she lose everything, or can she trust karma, and have it all? 70,873 Words

Release date: January 1, 2012

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Print pages: 212

Sample

 

Chapter 1

 

“Rich, I’m pregnant.”

The last time I’d said those exact words to him, it had led to our breakup and my entrance to a dark and dreary pit of misery. This time, instead of a dumbfounded, confused expression, a huge grin formed on Rich’s face and he kissed me. We laughed and he told me how happy he was and how much he loved me.

“This is perfect.” He lay next to me on our bed and combed his hand through my hair. He found his way to the edge of my t-shirt–one of his I wore as a night gown. He lifted it and rubbed his hand across my stomach, then leaned down and kissed it. “Only one thing would make it better.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“You saying ‘yes’. Marry me, Lexi.”

My heart leapt into my throat and a chaotic flutter of butterflies on speed swirled through my stomach. I stared at Rich, his adoring eyes staring back at me. Was this for real? I’d never been proposed to before.

“Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to marry me just ’cause you knocked me up.”

His brow furrowed as his lips bowed in a half smile. “You’re kinda ruining this moment.” He reached into the nightstand drawer next to him. The black velvet box opened with a pop and inside sat a princess cut diamond ring–not a small one, either. “I’ve been trying to find the perfect time for weeks now.”

My eyes immediately teared. How could I have doubted his sincerity?

“Will you marry me?” he asked again.

My body shook and I nodded.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

“Yes,” I screamed and tackled him, covering his face with kisses.

“Wait,” he managed between smooches. “I want to make it official.”

“Didn’t we just do that?”

“Not yet.” Rich plucked the sparkly gem from its box. He slid it onto my left ring finger and I did what all newly engaged women do. I flexed my wrist and held my arm straight, admiring my hand and its brilliant adornment.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I love it!” And truly meant it. The square stone appeared flawless, at least a carat and a half, maybe more. I couldn’t have picked a more perfect setting myself–simple and elegant platinum, nothing fru-fru about it.

“I know it’s not as big as Abby’s.”

“Uh, there’s no need for it to be.” I didn’t care one bit what my sister had. “And besides, I’m sure your penis is way bigger than Daniel’s anyway.”

“What?”

“Everybody knows big fat diamond rings are to make up for tiny dicks. Trust me–you have no need whatsoever to buy me a big diamond.”

I placed my lips back on his and my hands made their way to his boxers. Rich slipped a hand under my shirt in preparation of removing it.

Thud. Followed by high-pitched wailing.

Rich and I pulled apart. What the heck was that? Before my feet hit the hardwood, Marcus’s voice was on the other side of the door.

“Sorry guys. Preston got away from me.”

“It’s okay. Bring him in,” I yelled, still hearing my little man’s cries.

Marcus pushed the door open slowly and as soon as Preston’s teary eyes met mine, he smiled and reached his arms to me.

“He’s getting fast,” Marcus said. “I turned around to pick up some toys and he crawled off down the hallway. I think he crashed head first into your door.”

Marcus placed my pajama-clad baby in my arms, though I couldn’t call him a baby anymore. It had been almost a year since his birth and it seemed like he grew an inch a day. I’d always heard people go on about how fast time flies, but had never realized how true it was until I had my own child.

“Should we tell him?” Rich asked, gazing at Preston. I nodded.

“Guess what, my precious boy? Daddy Rich is gonna make an honest woman of me. See?” I wiggled my fingers at him.

He pointed at the diamond and giggled. He had no clue what it meant or how huge a deal it was, but I liked to pretend he did and was happy.

“Wow. Congrats.” Marcus smiled and shook Rich’s hand, then gave me a hug. “I’m really happy for you.”

“There’s more.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” I said and turned back to my son. “Preston, you’re gonna be a big brother.”

“What was that I heard?” Kevin barged in.

“Yep, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my God,” Kevin shrieked and skipped over to us. “This is the best news ever!” He plopped onto the bed and pulled Rich, Preston and me into a hug.

“We’re getting married, too,” Rich added, and Kevin dove in for another hug, shooting me with wedding questions.

“Come on.” Marcus playfully yanked Kevin toward the door. “You want us to get Preston out of here so you can, you know, celebrate?”

I looked to Rich, his blue eyes telling me exactly what I wanted to hear. We’d do our celebrating later. I turned back the other half of my new-age family–Marcus in his striped cotton pants and t-shirt, Kevin in silky red pj’s. “No. Let’s get dressed and celebrate together.”

* * * *

I checked my cell after having it off an entire day–a family brunch with Marcus, Kevin and Preston, then a romantic night with Rich, including a stay at the Luxury Inn and Suites for nostalgia’s sake. Rich no longer worked for his Uncle Walt full-time, but filled in when he needed someone. He’d worked there even after graduating from NYU, his administrative assistant’s job at Big Apple Records not quite paying enough to survive on. But with the step up to promoter, he’d been able to leave the hotel clerk job.

“You have fifteen new messages.” A robotic female voice spoke into my ear as we climbed into a cab. What the hell? Can’t I be left alone for one day?

“First message…Hey, Lexi! It’s Amanda. I got your text and I’m so excited for you guys. Congrats! Call me later.”

“Next message…Lexi, dear, it’s Mom. I’m putting together a dinner to celebrate your engagement. Oh, this is so wonderful–another wedding to plan! I’ve already talked with Pastor John and he’s ecstatic. He gave me a list of dates the church is available next summer. We can’t do May–that’s Abigail and Daniel’s wedding anniversary. June would be perfect. July and August are too hot–you know how the heat affects your father’s hyperhidrosis. So we should book this as soon as possible. Hate to have your heart set on a date and then–”

“Next message… It’s Mom again. Geez, they don’t give you much time to talk before cutting you off. But anyway, Pastor said many dates next summer are already booked, so we need to pick one soon so you get your first choice. And we need to book the florist and the band, too. Call me when you get this.”

I’d been an engaged woman barely twenty-four hours and already the drama had begun.

“Next message… Lexi, it’s Sheila. I need your last copy edit for Mama Drama ASAP, and we need to go over the schedule for the local book tour. We’re trying to book you in a couple other cities–Buffalo, Toronto, maybe Philly. Call me.”

I shut the phone off and rested my head on Rich’s shoulder with a sigh, not caring about the other messages.

“The real world beckons.” He kissed my forehead. “I checked my messages, too. One day away and shit’s falling apart at work.”

“My mother’s already planning our wedding extravaganza.”

He laughed. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the details. I just want to marry you. We could go to City Hall right now for all I care.”

“Don’t tempt me.” I snuggled into him tight, loving that he was just like me. “But don’t you want to see me in a gorgeous gown and shove cake in my face?”

“We don’t need a big fancy wedding to do that. I’d be happy with something small and intimate, the people who matter.”

“If I can wrestle my mom into submission, I’ll make it happen.”

The cab pulled up in front of the building where I’d been sharing an apartment with Marcus and Kevin for over a year. Rich had moved in right after Preston’s birth, and aside from the usual family spats, it had been complete bliss. Every woman should be as lucky–three men to cater to her every need.

The first few months of motherhood had been–for lack of a less profane phrase–pretty damn fucked up. As if cracked, bleeding nipples weren’t enough, throw in nights of minuscule sleep, shit explosions–the baby’s, not mine–and uncontrollable crying fits–mine, not the baby’s. And through it all, my guys were there. Marcus, the tough-as-nails lawyer and my BFF-slash- baby daddy, had morphed into a fluff of bright pink cotton candy when he became a dad. His live-in lover and life partner, Kevin, became the brother I never had, or even knew I wanted.

And then there was Rich, the man I loved and wanted to spend my life with. Our relationship until Preston’s birth had been pretty rocky. But once we’d sorted through our feelings, we couldn’t live without each other.

Okay, cue the harp music and toss some rose petals over our heads. I know–so not like me.

But never in my life had I found a man who cared for me–not my breasts, my tight ass, or my immeasurable talent for giving head. He did like those attributes, of course, but we had fun together and genuinely wanted the best for each other.

Rich and I held hands and stepped into the apartment amid chaos. Preston screamed, and crawled to the living room wearing nothing. Kevin ran after him, soaked from head to toe. Marcus appeared with a bloodied washcloth held to his nose.

So much for relaxing a bit longer.

“What the hell is going on here?” I picked Preston up and held him close.

“We were giving him a bath, and well, he whacked Marcus in the nose with his tugboat. Then he started splashing me.”

All of a sudden, my brand new Diane von Furstenberg maxi sundress got really warm…and wet.

“Son of a bitch.” I held Preston away from me by the armpits, pee still trickling from his little fireman’s hose.

“Let me have him.” Rich took him to the nursery while I headed to the bedroom to change. When I came back to the kitchen, Kevin was cleaning Marcus’s face of all traces of blood. After a final wipe, he kissed him on the nose and the two smiled at each other.

I found Rich in the living room with Preston on the couch, an episode of Sesame Street on the flat screen. Peace had been restored.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

“We only have a week until Preston’s birthday extravaganza,” Kevin stated after taking his seat at the dinner table.

“Can you believe it?” I shoveled a forkful of rice pilaf into my mouth.

“I can’t wait to start making all the food. And the decorating! I ordered the cutest centerpiece for the table–it’s in a little red wagon! I found the perfect napkins and plates to match and the cake is just adorable. I showed you the picture, right?” Kevin grabbed a folder off the counter and moved a platter of chicken aside.

“I know the party is already planned and all, but I was thinking…” He scattered a few brochures. “We should hire a clown.” He picked up a colorful brochure, his head so inflated with ideas it looked like it could explode any second if he didn’t let them out. “Or this other company sets up an entire kiddie carnival inside your house.”

Marcus and I locked eyes, then turned to Kevin. Poor guy. He was so damn excited.

“I love you for doing this.” Marcus put his hand on Kevin’s. “But I think it’s too much.”

“It’s only his first birthday,” I added. “We can save this cool stuff for when he’s older and actually has friends.”

“He has friends. Jeanette’s kids will be here.”

“I know, but don’t you think he’s a bit young for all this…commotion?” Marcus asked.

There’d be enough commotion as it was with a guest list exceeding fifty, only our closest friends and relatives. I still didn’t know where we’d put everyone. Yeah, we had a decent-sized apartment with a formal dining room, huge living room, and even a spacious kitchen, rare for New York, but we’d never tried to fit so many people before.

“Yeah, I guess.” The glimmer in Kevin’s eyes had faded. “They were just suggestions.”

“And we’re so appreciative.” Marcus smiled and I knew he’d make it up to him later.

* * * *

After kissing Rich goodbye for the day, I showered and readied for my first prenatal appointment with my OBGYN. It seemed odd to be going so soon. With Preston, I hadn’t known I was pregnant for months. It made the rest of the pregnancy go really fast. Hopefully this one wouldn’t drag by.

I grabbed one of my favorite pairs of skinny jeans and yanked them up over my ass, but zipping was near impossible. Forget about buttoning them. Looked like my body had already been taken over.

Pushing the jeans down, I smiled and rubbed my hand across my stomach. “That’s okay, baby.” With Preston, I’d not been too happy about my body being invaded, but this time was different. And I reveled in any excuse to go shopping, even for maternity clothes.

I pulled on a pair of black leggings and my knee-high suede boots. Never in my life had I been so thankful stretchy pants were in style.

* * * *

“How far along are we now?” Rich asked, snuggling up to me in bed. His arms curled around my naked body–one hand cupping a breast, the other my stomach.

“Around eight weeks.”

One of his hands traveled south. “And you’re sure it’s okay to fool around?”

“Did you forget the times we did it when I was pregnant with Preston? ’Cause I certainly haven’t forgotten.” I turned to him and pressed my mouth to his, my tongue dancing inside, twisting with his–a reminder of how hot our sex life was and would always be. I moved my lips to his chest and nibbled one of his pierced nipples, tugging at the metal ring with my teeth.

“Mmm…I could never forget. But I didn’t know you were pregnant then. I didn’t know I was supposed to be careful.”

I climbed on top of his steel-plated god’s body and pushed him inside of me–his dick like a surge of electricity. The shock radiated from my G-spot to the tips of my chocolaty curls and the hot pink polish on my toenails.

I began rocking my pelvis against his. “My doctor told me it’s fine. And besides, I read that babies in utero love the feeling of orgasm almost as much as the mom.”

“Well, in that case…” Rich’s seductive smile gazed up at me. He pressed his thumb to my clit while I gyrated. “We better make sure you have more than one. For the baby’s sake.”

“Oh yes….for the baby’s sake.”

With the conclusion of fabulous orgasm number one, I yanked on Rich’s shoulders and brought him to a sitting position, my legs now encircling his body. I needed the force of his muscled arms to pull my body to his, push his cock deeper into me, hit where I needed it to. After only a few thrusts, orgasm number two shook my body and I clenched every facial muscle in order to hold my euphoric screams inside. We’d made a deal with Marcus and Kevin–we’d keep our orgasmic outbursts to ourselves if they did the same.

I got on all fours, one of Rich’s favorite positions, and wiggled my ass. He accepted my invitation and took barely two seconds to connect with me once again, my river of a vagina making the ride a smooth one. I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see his face as he got off, throwing his head back with the last few pumps.

He hunched his sweat-covered body onto my back and together we melted into the sheets. Didn’t matter that our heads were on the wrong end of the bed.

* * * *

Knock. Knock. “Lex…Rich? You guys awake?”

I opened my eyes to a room blazing with late spring sun. The air conditioning hadn’t been turned on in the apartment yet and it felt like July was upon us. I flung the blanket off, exposing our sweaty naked bodies.

Rich groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. “I can’t wait to get our own place.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’ll happen.”

Knock. Knock. “Can I come in?” Marcus asked.

“Only if you want to see our bare asses.”

“Tempting, but no time today. Have you looked at the clock?”

I cast my gaze to the left–eleven twenty-one. “Fuck.”

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. I assume you’ll be out soon to help set up the party?”

It was my little man’s big day. No time for lounging. I left Rich in bed and headed toward the bathroom. The last year of my life breezed through my brain as the massaging jets rained down from the shower head. This time one year ago, I’d been huge and pregnant, wondering how the hell I would squish my fat ass into my maid of honor dress for Abby and Daniel’s wedding.

Note to self: do not get so fat this time around.

I’d dreaded that day, until it actually happened, anyway. Everything had fallen into place–the bonds with my mother and sister, my reconnection with Rich. It had been the most perfect day ever for Preston to make his debut.

And now here we were, a year later, celebrating my baby boy and the miles we’d traveled since he came into our lives. More than a celebration of his birth, it was a celebration of our family.

An hour later I stood on a ladder in four-inch Pradas hanging a birthday banner on the wall. Marcus and Kevin were in the kitchen putting candles on the cake, while Rich organized the party music playlist. Preston, thank God, had conked out for an early nap.

One o’clock on the dot, the buzzer rang. Grandma and Grandpa Marshall were the first guests to arrive, with Uncle Andy, Aunt Abby, and Uncle Daniel right behind. More guests trickled in: Amanda, Rachel and Brenda, some of Rich’s friends, even Sheila. And what party would be complete without at least a few flamboyant homosexuals? Marcus greeted guests while Rich poured drinks. Kevin mingled and served canapes from a silver serving tray.

“Lexi, hon,” Kevin yelled to me. “Buzzer’s gonna go off any second. Can you take the scallops out of the oven? Thanks, love.”

“Um, sure.” I turned toward the oven and before I could get there, my mother snagged my arm.

“Dear, where is Pastor John? Didn’t you invite him?”

“No, Mom. Hold on, I gotta do something.”

“You should have invited him. I bet one of your single girlfriends would be perfect for him. What about the one with the pink sweater and blond hair?”

“I can’t think about that right now.”

I reached for a potholder off the top of the fridge. Nothing. Searching around, I found one on the island under a bowl of bruschetta. In the meantime, Mom had disappeared and when I cast my gaze to the living room, she was chatting with Rachel. I slipped my hand inside the potholder, ready to open the oven.

“Lexi! So glad I finally got you alone.”

I turned and Abby stood behind me.

“I wanted to tell you something before the party got too busy.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Well…” Her eyes held a sparkle. “For the first time in my life I can honestly say I’m just like my big sister.”

Huh? The kitchen timer started its beep beep beep. I didn’t have time for one of Abby’s guessing games. I fidgeted with the timer, trying to figure out how to stop its incessant noise. After pressing every button on it twice, I finally stopped it. “What are you talking about?”

“Lexi,” she said and rubbed her hand over her stomach. “I’m just like you.”

“Oh my God!” I threw the timer to the counter and hugged my sister. “Congratulations.”

“Isn’t this great? We’re pregnant together.”

“You told her?” Mom said, reappearing in the kitchen.

“Yes!” I said, tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe how happy I felt for Abby. Someone close to me was going to experience t. . .