Changing Seasons

Seventy

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The next few weeks flew by quickly and were filled to the brim with activities. Atira had been added to Krist's lease and given notice to her apartments. She planned to be out by February, so they were commuting to and from Seattle over the remaining weekends to pack her belongings and donate unwanted things to Habitat for Humanity and the Goodwill.

On top of that, they had applied for their marriage license, booked a cute venue for the Sunday before Valentine's Day, gotten their wedding bands and Atira's actual engagement ring, and found tuxes for Krist and the groomsmen and bridesmaid dresses. The only thing missing was Atira's wedding dress. When they weren't working on Atira's move or planning the wedding, they were both working.

"I can't wait for this all to be over and done. I'm ready to just be moved in completely and married," Atira told Krist as they dressed for the day.

"No shit, we ain't even doing anything huge for the wedding, and it still feels like a ton. How the fuck do people throw big ass weddings?" He asked, pulling on a pair of khakis.

"They hire planners," Atira laughed, "And they plan way in advance, not scramble to get it together like we are."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind, "Fuck it, I'm glad we are gonna have a nice ceremony," he kissed the nape of her neck. "You get all the invites sent out?"

"Mmhmm," Atira murmured, swaying against his cock, teasing him. "Well, most of them. I was gonna stop by my parents today to hand deliver it." The swaying stopped. She dreaded seeing her mother, but she wanted to allow her to be a part of her life again, so long as she could support her marriage and family with Krist.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?"

Atira wrapped his arms tighter around her midsection, "I need to do this on my own," she assured him.

"What if she says something stupid to you?" Krist asked, his protectiveness rising.

"Then she says something stupid, and she isn't going to be welcome in our lives."

Krist didn't want her cunt mom in their lives as it was, but because it was important to Atira, it would be important to him. "So you gonna go over there after your appointment then?"

"I am, and then I'll come back here to finish my shift," Atira replied, stepping into a black wide-legged jumper. She slipped her feet into a pair of black suede Steven Madden boots with a four-inch stiletto, making her nearly as tall as Krist.

Krist pulled his sneakers on, "Damn girl," he told her appreciatively, taking her in. "I don't know if I should let you go out looking like that," he teased. Krist didn't know how much he liked jumpers on females until he saw Atira in them. She looked sexy in a professional, high-class kinda way, and he loved it.

"Don't worry, nobody is gonna steal me from you," she assured him and kissed him softly.

"They better not," Krist joked before heading into the living room to ensure Rocco was fully ready for school. "You got your shoes on?" He called.

"Oh, I forgot," Rocco told him. He'd been too preoccupied with his Moxie to follow directions.

"Sure, dude. Go get your damn shoes on." Atira stepped into the living room, gathering her keys and purse. "What's your appointment for anyway?" He asked.

"My annual, it's that time of year," she rolled her eyes and groaned. "So much fun being a woman."

Krist nodded, "Sounds like a blast." He told her. He understood what happened at the annual women's exam and knew it was less than ideal.

"So much fun," she grimaced. "I'll text you when I'm headed to my mom's."

****

Atira sat in her car, letting it warm in the cold weather. She actually dreaded seeing her mother more than she did the Pap smear. At least with the pap, she knew what to expect and the level of pain she might experience from it.

Her mother, on the other hand, could be unpredictable at times. However, it was usually expected she would behave like an uptight bitch. Alexandria held grudges like nobody's business, so Atira could only assume that she'd never gotten over the fact that Krist had deflowered her innocent daughter and turned her into a whore.

Atira smiled to herself. If Alexandria thought she was whore then she'd think she was a complete whore to know about all the mind-blowing things she and Krist engaged in. She was his whore, and loved it.

****

"Atira Allen?" The nurse called from the doorway of the waiting room.

Atira followed her into an exam room, sitting quietly as the young woman took her vitals. "So, just here for the pap today?" She asked, typing her notes.

"Yes. Well, that, and also to get my birth control removed," Atira replied, her heart sped up as she uttered those words.

"Are we looking to get on another type of birth control?" The nurse asked.

Atira's cheeks flushed, "No. My fiancé and I were hoping to try to...get pregnant soon," she admitted.

Although Krist had brought up her getting pregnant a few times, she hadn't actually mentioned to him that she'd be getting her Nexplanon taken out so soon.

Atira had been reading that many women had several cycles post-removal before getting pregnant, so she figured she probably wouldn't conceive until well after the wedding. Summertime at the earliest.

The gynecologist came into the room and did her brief pelvic exam and pap before removing the birth control implant from her arm. They discussed condom usage if she had no intentions of becoming pregnant right away and was advised to begin taking a prenatal immediately.

Atira left her appointment, stopping at Starbucks for a peppermint mocha before driving to her mother's. She almost stopped herself and went home. With encouragement from Krist, she sucked up her anxiety and forced herself to go.

The large house looked exactly how it always did. Well maintained, perfectly manicured lawn and nothing that screamed personality. Alexandria's white Ranger Rover Evoque was parked in front of the garage, which unfortunately meant she was home.

Taking a deep breath, Atira stepped out of her Subaru wagon, clasping her purse, her hands shook. She texted Krist, "Omg, I'm here, wish me luck."

"It ain't too late for me to show up," he replied, following up with, "And if she gets mouthy to you, I ain't scared to pop a bitch lol. Sorry, I know that ain't funny. I got your back though. Just breathe, stand your ground. I Love my sexy wife <3".

Atira smiled to herself, slipping her iPhone into her bag. Her legs felt weak in her stilettos as she walked up to the porch, ringing the doorbell.

Alexandria opened it, standing before her dressed in a white cashmere turtle neck and black leggings. "I wasn't expecting you," she told her coolly.