Love in New York [Under Construction].

XXXII.

Thanksgiving

"God, my back" I groaned, as I sat up.

My stomach had to be the size of a woman who was eight months pregnant with one baby. "Back pains and couches do not mix" I told Adam. He laughed from the other room. "What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "4:34" he answered. I pulled the fleece blanket over my shoulders. A knock came from the door and I took my eyes off the tv. "I got it." I walked over and opened the door.

My mother's jaw dropped when she saw me. "Oh my, look at you!" she gasped, rubbing my giant (and still growing) stomach. My brothers walked in from behind her. "Adam walked from the back, pulling on his black and white, Brooklyn Nets raglan shirt. "Mrs. Irvin how is everything?" he asked, pulling her into a hug. "Things are just fine, I see you're treating my daughter alright." Adam then pulled away and shook my brother's hands. "You know it." My mom sat her bags down on the living room.

"I see you guys slept on the couch last night" Jerod said, walking over, "Can we sit on it or is that not safe? I really don't want to sit on here after you two-" "Jerod! We didn't do anything last night. The couch is safe" I giggled. I went into the kitchen and started washing a few dishes, trying to wake . "So how are my two babies doing?" my mom asked. "We're doing really good. My feet are a little swollen-" "I meant the babies" she laughed. I chuckled and put a hand on my stomach.

"They're doing fine mom, Baby girl is always pushing up on my ribs though." "Mhm, I know it must be killing you" she replied. "She was fine when she wanted me to some Chinese food. At one in the morning!" Adam joked as he walked by, carrying some dirty clothes to the laundry room. "The babies wanted it too!" I explained. "Yeah, yeah." My mom watched Adam. "That is a good boy you got" she murmured, leaning on the counter. I smiled. "Uh, he's alright" I responded with a smile. I sat looking at Adam, put the clothes in the washer. He finally turned around. "What?" My mom and I turned away. "Oh nothing" I replied. "Well, whenever y'all get ready, we can head over to your friends house." 

"Friend's house?" Adam repeated. 

"Yeah, we're having the dinner at Choochi's house, we couldn't possibly have dinner in this small apartment" I informed. Adam looked unsure. "Is that okay with you?" He nodded hesitantly. "Yeah." I crossed my arms. "Are you hiding something?" "No, I'm not hiding anything." He started the washer, and came and leaned against me, changing the conversation. "We have to get our own house." I looked around the apartment. I wasn't going to forget his nervousness when I said Choochi. He was going over there a lot lately, he hadn't did that until we saw Choochi at that cook out? Is Adam cheating on me? I put the thought in the back of my mind. "I'll miss this place when we have to go.." I muttered. "Well, it's definitely more space" my mom asserted.

"I better go get a shower now" I announced, pulling my hair into a high ponytail with a scrunchie on my wrist. I got up from the counter and went into my room. From my drawer I grabbed, some underwear and a bra, then I went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and I saw a reddish bump on my nose. A pimple?! "Adam!" I called. In a few seconds, he was by my side. "Look at this!" I yelled, pointing to my nose. "What, it's just a little bump.." I let out a breath of annoyance. 

"A little bump?! This is a pimple!" I shouted. "Aaliyah, calm down. It's no big deal everyone gets them sometimes." "No they don't!" I yelled back in frustration. "You are so-ugh!" I stomped back into the bedroom and grabbed some face lotion. "You can barely see it." I stared at it long in the mirror. "Aaliyah, you still look amazing as ever.." Adam complimented, looking in the mirror at my reflection. I looked over at the handsome man, his light brown eyes, tousled hair, perfect smile; he was perfection in my eyes.

Adam POV

The officer opened the large steel door that lead into the cafeteria. My dad sat at a table eating by himself. Around the large room, were other prisoners sitting at table with a family member. I followed the officer over to the table.