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Mama Carson

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Chapter 19

"You got it baby?". John held out his hand for me to grab and I accepted it. I pushed my self up from the passenger side of his black Mercedes, putting my belly forward then straighting up as much as I could. "There we go".  He rubbed my belly and wrapped his arms around my waist, carrying the fruit salad platter I made in the other. I closed the door and we made it way to his mother's grand home.

It was Thanksgiving day and I was glad of it, that meant eating and I knew I was going to do a lot of it.

The big brase doors to John's mother mini machine opened slowly, the home must have been old. Warm air met us as we climbed her steps, actually I more liked hobbled.

A tiny figure appeared in the big door way and there stood his mother with her hands clasped together and a smile greeting us.

"Oh my. You've gotten so big Mya

". I smiled in response and kissed her cheek, a hug was out of the question.

"Hello mama Carson, how are you?", I asked.

"I'm fine, come in, come in! I'm so glad you could be here".

As we walked in, the brown leaves followed, rustling over my tan combat boots.

Her Foyer had many pictures of many different people, but one picture in particular stood out the most to me.

A big picture of an elderly man starred right in my face. My whole body was numb but my heart was on fire. Below the picture was a golden plat that read " Loving husband, Father, and Friend". I had the urge to spit on the picture, I hated the person in this picture immediately. He looked like a older version of Maverick.

John was taking off my jacket, bringing me back to reality.

"Are you okay honey? You look like your gonna be sick?". Mama Carson was by my side instantly, rubbing the small of my back and looking up to me, worry was present on her wrinkled face.

"I'm fine".

"Well let's go. It's almost about time we eat anyway". And with that, we walked into the rest of her massive home.

There were pictures everywhere, but none of John. I turned to ask him about it but family members came rushing at me, pushing John out of the way. They surrounded me, touching my belly, throwing questions like punches.

"How many months are you?".

"Six".

"Is it a boy or girl?".

"Boy".

"How many pounds is he?".

"Three pounds nine ounces so far".

And the questions kept going and going until mama Carson called everyone to the dining room for dinner.

John reconnected with me after every one disperse, we walked hand in hand into the dining room.

Everyone took seats at the long mahogany table decorated with red table mats and gold silverware. John grabbed us a seat close to the end of the table. I counted thirty one seats across from me which meant there had to be the same on the side we sat on.

A young man stood up and said a hearty prayer, soon after, food came pouring in by male servants. I had no idea John's family was rich.

Pretty soon the whole table was decorated with food, I was in heaven. There was a great variety to eat from such as pizza, regular Thanksgiving food, all the way to Chinese food. It was like a whole buffet right infront of me.

John went to the kitchen and came back with a single slice off cherry cheese cake. The desserts weren't being served yet so I was confused why he had it.

He sat the dish in front of me. "I know how you love cheese cake. I wanted you to be the first one to try my mom's cheese cake". He smiled and bit down into his meal.

I picked up the smallest fork and took a little bite out the edge, I really just wanted food, I wasn't in the mood for dessert.

Instantly my mouth was numb, and the same numbness spread through out my body. I couldn't move, I couldn't blink. My head was stuck staring down at the cheese cake.

This mutherfucker poisoned me was all I could think. Then everything got real dark and quite around me.

Black out.