Nouveau

Chapter 61: Peace

Laive

'Lord if I, find favor in your sight...'

As Tasha Cobb's serenely played from her Mac, Tremaine's luggage was still there. Half way cluttering a space between the bed and walk-in closet. He'd had plenty of time to perceive other sleeping arrangements since going on his early morning  trek to the den's sofa.  They were leaving the day after tomorrow but that didn't end Laive's habit to tidy up.

Garnering his sneakers, she neatly lined them in matched pairs against the interior. With Chuck Taylor's and two pair of J's, the description outside of color was pointless. Laive didn't know if certain pair were retro ones or elevens. Collecting sneakers weren't really her thing, but Tremaine had enough for the both of them back at home. Something along the lines of seventy to eighty pair. Probably more.

'For your glory, I will do anything...'

L sorted his rustled clothes by similarity. Grouping ribbed white muscle shirts in one pile, white t's in another, and separate piles of sweats, jeans, and casual shirts. Tremaine preferred garments flatly folded along a midline while the bottom hem was neatly tucked. Just like in retail stores. It annoyed Laive to no end and she often complained that it wasn't a space conscious way to pack.

It really wasn't.

As the remaining clothes were folded piece by piece, L caught her grin surfacing. Tremaine used the Gucci luggage set she wanted to toss his way in Vegas. She was confident her babe grew tired of constantly hearing how tacky it was to travel with
mismatch luggage and that's why he never knew where anything was.

Ok. Laive could admit she exaggerated a little on coordination contributing to knowing where everything was. It was hilarious how annoying she may have seemed during those few moments. Oh well, her man heard her and followed suit.

Saniye and Javeah called on Group FaceTime earlier asking if Laive was knocked up yet. There was a bet in place of how long Laive could hold out since being away from him. It was unbelievable that both her best friends betted against her, agreeing that Laive could never tell Tremaine no.

"I'm not getting pregnant before I'm married."

Saniye shook her head, "She ain't learned yet."

"You keep trying to plan your life and God up there playing Tetris." Javeah laughed.

"Plus, you know how bad Trey says his mama wants more grandkids"

"My uterus is not a factory Saniye. I don't have a problem with her wanting grandkids, it's just that she's not the one who is going to have to take care of them."

Like really...it wasn't cute to Laive in the least bit. Tremaine talked all the time about how his mom was finally living her best life since being done raising children.  Always vacationing away from home, in and outside the country. And that meant she didn't have time to be a full time grandparent. His mother would probably ask for the baby on her time, while Tremaine and Laive were left to figure the rest out. And who could blame her? Everyone wants to live for themselves after a while.

Children were not toys or accessories deemed returnable when the newness wore off. They were real developing humans 24/7, and when the decision came for Laive to be a mom, she'd never be able to turn that off. Not to mention, be tied with a man for the rest of her days. She'd taken a front seat to that cycle too many times, watching young people plan children prematurely while the train wreck swept through between the first and third months of the infant's life.