Idris
If stubborn was a person, it would definitely be my darling fiancé. She couldn't follow any rules. The doctor asked her to relax and what did she do? Got started in the baby's room. She's been picking out paint colors and constantly looking for decorations. She's also developed this obsession with Eissa and Winston getting into excellent schools. She's been researching and discussing with Winston's mother.
They feel as though a good preschool and elementary school could set them up to go to excellent colleges. Mind you they're talking about a one and three year old. They don't even know how to pee correctly.
Oh and that's not the end. Apparently they needed a cleaner diet. So she's been researching foods that are best for toddlers. She's sent our maid to the store so much that I thought the poor lady was going to quit. The opposite ended up happening. Now Janet, Isan's mom, Winston's mom, and her were now the best of friends. Discussing what's best for the kids and a number of other topics. They've even made themselves a little club. They research everything that's better and safer. Next thing I knew, I'm getting all the showers in the house retailed so they are less slippery. They're showers! They're supposed to be slippery! But what do I know? "Janet, sit down."
"No, Idris. I'm not done."
"Yes, you are. Let's go." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen.
"But..."
"No buts. Let's go."
"Bye, Erlene." She waved sadly to the maid.
"Bye."
"Rescue me later?"
"Of course, sweetie."
"Thank you." I led her to the elevator that was here. I'm so happy I had this put in. "Why don't you let me do what I want?" She folded her arms.
"Because you need rest. The doctor said to stay off your feet and relax but you're doing the opposite. Why do you think I had the workers finish this house faster? Because I wanted you to have the ultimate relaxation." The doors opened and I led her to the room.
"But I don't want to relax. It's boring. The kids aren't here and I can't even work on my album or tour because you took my work laptop."
"Exactly, because you're supposed to be resting."
"Whatever." I sat her on the bed. She folded her arms
and pouted.
"Put that lip in."
"I'm just bored up here."
"I'm here."
"In the house but not with me."
"You want me to lay with you?" She gave me puppy dog eyes.
"Yes, please."
"That's all you had to say." She took off her shoes and quickly moved to the middle of the bed. I got in and she immediately laid on me. "You're like a big baby."
"So?" She laughed. "What should we name our daughter?"
"Hmmm...do you have any ideas?"
"I had been looking at some names online from your culture and I thought some of those were pretty."
"Like?" I tickled her side and she giggled her beautiful laugh.
"Makena or I'timad."
"Wow. I don't even really know names for my culture. What do this mean?"
"Well Makena is from Sierra Leone like your dad. It means 'happy one.' I'timad is from Ghana like your mom. That one means reliance."
"Those are beautiful. Why not use both."
