Soul Ties

Chapter 6 [ Crazy Green eyes..]

Psalm 127:3
"children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward."

Ziana Carter
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He's all i can think about! And i hate every second of it. Its been days now, DAYS! And my stupid mind cant get off of this chief officer, his crazy green eyes, his dark hair that make them pop even more, his hand that wrapped my knee as he bandaged me up...

AHHH! Okay Ziana.. Just focus, youve got a smooth day ahead of you, this is the only time of the day when i get to focus on just me.

The only time of the day when i am allowed to relax and do what i love to do best, Paint.

I am sitting with my legs crossed on the hard wood floors, surrounded by the beauty of my beautiful tall plants that i have been growing for years now.

i like to think of my plants as my first experience with a baby, i mean think about it. I have to feed them, clean up after them, make space for them and ultimately keep them alive.

If having a baby is as easy as this, this whole motherhood thing will be easier than i thought.

This room is the only part of the house that i actually like, when we were looking for spots that would fit all of us.

this house was one of the least favourites, a tiny one story bungalow with 2 bedrooms a kitchen 1 bathroom and my private room.

It was such an old home at first but when the previous owners showed us the large room in the back with a huge glass wall with a view of the garden out back it almost makes up for the rest of the rooms in the house being almost dollhouse sized.

Sure we can barely fit beds into our rooms and i have to share a bedroom with mom but this room makes it all worth it. It came with plain white brick walls that i used as a canvas and vandalised them with paintings of massive yellow sunflowers, butterflies and bible verses in calligraphic black writing.

A tall roof that has a small sunroof window, its perfect for my plants, they get sunlight from every area! Which is ideal because there are so many plants in the room there is barely any space for me to step... I need to get this money, i need to get a better job.

Then i can truly start living. Only if God wills it, if he doesn't i will be grateful for the house i am already in. The floors are a shiny wooden brown or atleast thats the colour they were the last time i saw them...

I left a little area in front of the glass wall for my art supplies, right now i have a mass collection of paintbrushes, acrylic and water paints, different pallets and cups of water, canvases with old paintings of simplistic black women with our huge afros and natural features (one of my favorite things to draw),

a couple of water colour paintings of the sunsets that come about and a few more of the oceon. But right now, im working on something i have never done before...

I dip the sharp tip of my thick paintbrush in the hunter green watercolor paint and swirl it around in the glassy water for a second, the sound of the slight swooshing and bubbles being made are like music in my ears, other than the actual slow music i am playing right now,

After so long of spending my money preparing for the baby, I finally spent my last few pay checks on something for me.

I got one of those small amazon speakers and hooked it up to my spotify, now i can listen to the sounds of beaches and waves and the oceon sometimes even just the sound of the night, whenever im painting, it brings the whole thing to life.