Kamilla's Life

B a b y • P r e p

I woke up the next morning to the doorbell being rung, I rolled over in bed and pulled my sheets over me. I didn't feel like getting up to answer the door nor did I care who was at the door. I wanted to stay in bed the whole day despite the big shopping trip my mother planned for today. I looked at my phone and it was 10:24 a.m. and a "Good morning" message waiting for me to read from Hakim. He was so sweet in the morning but too bad I'm not a morning person.

My Dad opened the front door so the guys from the company he called can start decorating the baby's room. Good thing, I already sent him pictures of how I want everything so he didn't have to come in my room and talk to me. The company sat with my dad in the living room and started to order the baby furniture and different stuff to make the baby's room look nice. I couldn't ask for a better father ever. I laid in bed listening to their convo with my father.  After everything is ordered the price to pay is $6,OOO but no worries because my dad certainly paid them in full and cash.

They started to work on the room painting & adding the carpet to the floor. They drilled this baby changing table onto the wall so it wouldn't have to be a hassle for me when I need to change the baby. I was so happy that everything is going to be so much easier for me as a young mother.

*Knock, Knock*

I rolled my eyes, from the way the door was knocked I can tell it was my mother knocking on the door ready to go shopping.

"Come in", I mumbled.

She opened the door and closed it behind her and then sat on the edge of my bed.

"Good morning love, you gonna get up and ready to go shopping?", she asked playing with my hair.

"No, I'm tired and just wanna stay in bed. I'm sorry Ma, I'm just not beat at all.", I say mumbling.

"Okay babe, that's fine. I'll just start my shopping online for the baby.  Whenever you're hungry let me know babe, you can rest.", she says kissing my forehead and getting up.

"Thanks Ma", I say fixing myself in comfortable position to sleep all over again.

She nods, leaves and shuts my door.

I repeatedly slept and woke up until it was 2:30 p.m. When I finally got up, I showered and ordered me some pizza and wings because that it what I was craving. As, I waiting for my food to come, I looked at cute baby clothes for the baby. 

Baby Alisia won't be short on anything and that is a promise! I want everything to be perfect for her arrival because she is a princess. Sometimes, I think to myself "Damn.. I could have prevented this", but then again she'll mold me for the better! I wonder how much my life will change when she finally gets here. Interrupting my beautiful thoughts, Hakim FaceTime calls me.

Me : Heyyy

Hakim: Hey ... your attitude nicer? 

Me:  *rolls my eyes* sure ...

Hakim: Good, I was texting your dad and he told me that you were knocked out the whole day. You good? Baby Alisia making you reallllll tired...

Me: I am perfectly fine. Yea, she is.

Hakim: As long as you're good. You hungry? I can order you food in a second.

Me: Aww thank you. I already ordered pizza and wings though .... speaking of.... it should almost be here.

*Ding Dong* 

I get up with my phone and $20 tip for the delivery guy. I opened the  door, the delivery guy greeted me and I greeted him.  My dad came to help me with the boxes of pizza and wings  to put on the kitchen counter. 

"Congratulations", the delivery guy says.

"Thank you, sir", I say with a smile.

"Thanks man", Hakim says over the Facetime call. I giggle and shake my head.

I give the delivery man the $20 tip and close the door. I race to the kitchen to wash my hands and sit on the high chair by the kitchen counter. I yell, "I got pizza and wings" speaking to my Mamma & Daddy. They came to the kitchen together and helped themselves. 

I eat and speak to Hakim about random stuff until  it is time for him to hang up for work. I appreciate how much Hakim has been stepping up as father and baby Alisia is not even here yet. I just know when she gets here, life will only be better for all of us. No one will ever be able to take Hakim's place and that is an honest PROMISE! Not one male on Earth will ever be the best loving boyfriend to me the way Hakim has been. I do not know how I could ever repay Hakim for being so great to me .... I wonder if I'll ever figure it out. 

After loosing count of how much pizza and wings I ate, I  felt like I was 600 pounds and I could not be moved by anyone at this point. Baby Alisia loves junk food because whenever I am  done eating fattening food all she does is cause a carnival in front of me. She's doing tricks in my tummy right now and now I am exhausted. I drink two bottles of water before I  proceed to my room. I go to my parents' room because it is closer than mine and I just  want to rest for a little bit. 

Mammma: Well, damn... I guess people don't know how to knock anymore. 

(She says covering her and my dad with the blanket.)

Me: Ooooops. My baddddd. Hurry up  and cover up  because I am tired and wanna lay down please.

Daddy: Girl, you got a whole room. You just  wanna be agggy right now.

Me: Hurrrrrrrry.

Mamma: Come in!

I run in , running to their bathroom because the water feels like it went straight through me.

Daddy: Don't be stinking up the bathroom, yo!

Me: Hush up! I'm only peeing.

*Takes care of mysel - washes my hand - leaves the bathroom* 

I go in their comfy bed and pull the blankets over me.

Both, my Mamma and Daddy stare at me then just hop out their bed.

Me: Where y'all going?

Daddy: To your room, child.

Me: Don't do nothing in there that I wouldn't do in y'all room please.

Daddy: Shut up, we going to the living room to cuddle.

Too tired, to continue the pointless arguement, I turn around to take a nap.

WE'RE GOING TO SKIP TO THE DELIVERY DAY!