Munchkin

•Seventy One•

I tie my hair up into a messy bun and put on a thick black chocker and hoop earrings. I've always hated the idea of having a neat bun, I'm not sure why. So, to make my bun even messier I pulled at a few strands to make it look better.

Since my pants were really long, I just put on some simple black sandals that didn't even show.

Everyone was seated in the living room except for my mom and sister. "Y'all forever keep us waiting," Zayn groans. He was wearing a short sleeve red button up, black bow tie and black jeans. His hair curly as always.

"Our last names are King, last time I checked," I chuckled, sitting beside him and taking pictures of myself.

Jordan looks up from his phone and rolls his eyes. "You just stay flexing, don't you?" He was in a white polo and light jeans.

"I just know you think I'm cute," I flip my invisible hair, "I know."

He rolled his eyes.

I turn back to look at Zayn who was texting Kaitlyn, I notice. I didn't even get passed her name because their convo was way too detailed for me. "So, who's coming for he party?"

"Um, grandma, Khadijah I think, Finn said he'd come just cause, Kehlani I believe so too, Queen is coming and Quiny!" He says Q's name all high pitched.

I chuckle. Jace isn't coming cause I didn't want him to. It's not like I hated him but we have been taking time away from each other, but we still talk and stuff on the phone.

Before I left his house on Saturday, we talked about our relationship since I said I would be with him forever. And we talked about how our relationship already wasn't healthy because it's almost as if our love was over shadowed by addiction. So, we haven't seen each other since he dropped me off later that night.

Jayla comes down in a floral bodycon dress, the same pattern as my outfit, her three month bump showing. Her hair was straight as always reaching her shoulders, her glasses at the brim of her nose.

Mom came down beside her, wearing a red bodycon short dress and heels, her hair curled in every direction.

She thought that it was important that we all dressed up all matchy matchy for cute pictures and stuff.

Dad came back in the living room in a long sleeved black button up, dark jeans and a red tie. "Can we go? We have reservations," he looks pissed as he says this. Dad has never been the patient type.

We all chuckle and soon pile up in his Prado.  Not too long later, we arrive at Nandos. It's unfortunate this is the place Zayn picked because he just loves his chicken.

When I graduate, we're gonna all sit outside under the stars eating pizza, ice cream and cereal.

Watch me.

I help Jayla out of the car–I feel like she is way too big to only be three months–and we both walk into the restaurant. "You are gonna have such a fat baby," I chuckle.

"That's for real what I'm hoping for, though. I just want a fat little munchkin so I can just be playing with their fat legs," she coos. I laugh.

"So are you ready to find out the gender?"

She shook her head. "I want it to be a surprise."

"So no gender reveal? No baby shower?" We both sit beside the other at the long table.

"No gender reveal but if I do have a baby shower, it will be gender neutral," she shrugs.

"Meaning that your child is probably gonna have alot of grey clothes," I chuckled. My phone beeps and I read the message.