College Girl Sequel

Chapter Six

Trey- July
The weeks past and Liberty finally graduated from pharmacy school like I knew she would. All that staying up we did together so I could help her prep was well worth it. Two months have passed since then, and everything is pretty quiet.

I haven't seen the photographer since the incident which makes me happy. And plus, it's summer vacation. Usually, I'd be teaching a summer class, but since Liberty is nearing her due date, I decided to pass on the extra hours.

We haven't been doing much but go to the beach, eat, workout and such. Liberty is taking a shower as I speak while I chill out on the bed. I hear the water cut off.

"Tremaine, did you pick up my dress from the dry cleaners yet?" Liberty asks as she exits the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

My baby's belly is huge. Got damn!

"Oh damn. I forgot. I'll get them today." I tell her.

I was supposed to get them two days ago. She sighs in annoyance as she dries herself off.

"You think I'm ugly, don't you?" Liberty states out of no where.

I swear this pregnancy has her hormones going off.

"The hell? No. You're so beautiful to me baby. Why would you think something crazy like that?" I ask while looking at her.

"Because you're ignoring me!" She yells.

Symptoms of late pregnancy: irrationality.

"Babe, I think your hormones are getting the best of you. Why don't you come lay here with me?" I ask her while patting the bed.

She frowns and ignores my request. Whatever. I return to my phone and scroll through my photo gallery. Photos from the baby shower our mother's threw for Liberty are here. The females from both sides of our families came and Liberty's friends. My father, father-in-law, and I were the only men.

They had a blast, but I can't say I did. I feel the bed lower as Liberty crawls next to me. I turn my phone off and turn my attention to her. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss.

"Sorry for letting my hormones get the best of me." She says.

I chuckle," I knew you would come back."

She lays her head in my chest and sighs. This is better.

"I'm hungry." She says,"Can you make me something to eat?"

"What you want?" I ask her.

I really don't feel like moving.

"Chicken Parmesan on a hard roll," she requests,"Thanks baby."

She kisses my cheek before releasing me. This woman loves chicken Parmesan. I make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Hot and humid outside, but cool in here because of the central air system that cost me mad money.

I take the frozen breaded chicken out of the freezer and pop two in the oven at 375 degrees. I walk over to the expensive stroller that's still in the box. Soon, my son will be in this thing.