Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Consensus & Change |Chapter 13|

{Mary J. Blige~ My Life}

FAITH'S POV🦋

I pulled the plain slim-fitted white t-shirt over my undergarments before slipping on an olive green spaghetti strapped floor length dress. I wrapped my hair up in a beige scarf slicking my edges and leaving a few of my kinky curls out to frame my face. I put a little waterproof mascara on my eyelashes and dark brown lip liner with lipgloss on my lips. I placed my golden accessories and charms in their respective areas, before slipping on my sandals.

Turning to look in my body length mirror, I observed my appearance.

Unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with my mother's height. She was 5'8 with beautiful honey brown skin and russet colored eyes that reflected my own. That had to be the only thing I didn't get from her besides the shade of my skin. I was darker being more of a mocha brown complexion and I only stood at 5'3. I would say that I was evenly proportioned. I was slim with nice-sized boobs, not too big and not too small. My hips were noticeable but not too wide and my butt poked out in the back. I think all in all, I looked pretty normal.

I did have the occasional beauty marks that littered my skin but they were only dark specks, no moles.

My lips were on the bigger side, the top naturally being darker than the bottom. My nose was neither big nor small and I would describe my eyes as being cat eyes. My cheeks were plump and you could see the dimple on the right side when I smiled. My eyebrows were dark and full and complimented the size of my forehead which wasn't too big or too small. My hair was thick, kinky curly ringlets that reached my mid back. I'd never gotten it straightened, although I was curious to.

I think I looked okay.

I looked plain.

Well not plain but I don't think there was anything spectacular about me. I was just me.

Just me and my long dresses and skirts, head wraps and hair charms, body jewelry, rings, sometimes a crop top girl but majority of the time I enjoyed my t-shirts or sweaters. I wasn't really a jeans type of girl, I preferred leggings underneath my skirts during the winter and baggy pants. I wasn't a fan of shorts either. I rarely wore any. If they weren't bedtime shorts...I wasn't inclined to slide them onto my skin.

I turned to the side in the mirror smoothing a hand over my belly. It was hard and protruding slightly but nothing too noticeable.

I knew that a lot was going to change, about my figure and my wardrobe.

I found out that I was about three months pregnant. At least the first trimester was complete. Six more months to go. If I said that I wasn't terrified it would be a lie. I still hadn't told Gen yet. I didn't quite know what to tell her. I would have to come up with something soon, I've watched horror stories where women practically blow up overnight. If I happened to be one of those cases, I didn't want Gen to be confused about what was happening to my body.

Speaking of Gen, her birthday was coming up soon!

My baby is turning four!

I can't believe it. I'm gonna cry.

No, seriously, my hormones are out of wack.

We were getting ready to go to the nail salon and do a little bit of shopping. I agreed to take Gen to the park so we were gonna hang out there afterwards. Savene was going to be joining us so that should be fun.

"Okay, mama, come on." I beckoned Gen grabbing my purse as a notification popped up on my screen that our Uber was outside. I'd finally gotten to create an Uber account. Daddy saved his card information on there and I sent him a link so that he could track my trip. He also had my location.