Hiding Place || Tori Kelly

Paradise

24 Weeks & 1 Day
(Dec. 1)

André sat on the balcony of the suite watching the waves crash into the shore, early Sunday morning. It was peaceful on Maui. There was no LA traffic or LA drama. Just he and his ladies. The screen door slid open to reveal Irie rubbing her eyes. He watched his daughter pull her huge t-shirt from out of her shorts and sit on his lap. "How did you sleep?" André asked even though he knew how well she slept considering she made herself comfortable in the middle of her parents; even if she was in a completely different room to start.

"Mommy was warm," she yawned, snuggling into her dads chest.

"Mama, it's 8, why don't you go back to bed? Clearly you're still sleepy," André asked, before kissing his daughters head. Irie shook her head as she stared out to the beach.

"Mommy kicked me out. She told me to come out here with you or go back to my bed," Irie said. André could see why Tori would do that. Irie was wild sleeper at best and she did not make the best sleeping companion. André got up and placed the seven year old on the floor.

"Go get in your bed, get some more sleep," he said, letting them in and locking the door behind them. Iriella tiredly nodded and parted ways with her father as he walked towards the master bedroom and she headed to the other side of the suite.

Quietly, André walked into the lightly lit room to see his wife under the white comforter fast asleep. So, like he did every morning that he woke up before her, André jumped onto the bed and crawled over her, careful not to smush her or his baby. "You kicked Irie out of the bed?" André laughed. Tori moved her fluffy curly hair out of her face.

"Yes, she kept lying on the baby and kicking me. I'm already uncomfortable as it is. I don't need her aiding in my pain," Tori replied, with her eyes still shut. The family got in at 4 AM and while Irie was asleep as soon as they stepped off the plane, Tori was in and out of sleep for the past three hours and André hadn't slept at all. His anxiety about how Tori was gonna feel about the house was getting to him. He was quickly starting to regret signing off on the project, but he couldn't think about that any longer. There was beautiful beach behind him, a gorgeous woman underneath him, and two amazing kids around him. He was in heaven and couldn't focus on the hell that was possible going to break loose once they stepped foot in LA.

André pecked at his wife's head, slowly traveling down her neck as she squirmed to get away from him. "Babe," Tori playfully whined. The German born kissed his wife one last time before getting up.

"Get some sleep. I'll be right here," André said, rolling off of Tori and lying next to her, cuddling into her neck. Lavender. André smiled to himself. The couple drifted off to sleep in sweet serenity, surrounded by the breeze of the ocean through their open windows.

11 AM

The family finally got up from their slumbers and had moved their party from their beds to the living room. Irie, in a one piece, and Tori, in a bikini, sat on the couch waiting for André to get ready so they could head off to the beach. Tori smacked her lips as she looked at the time on her phone. She was ready to go lay in the sun and she absolutely couldn't wait to take Irie on her first trip to the water. "Mommy, are there sharks in the water?" Irie asked, flipping through a book on her tablet. Tori shrugged and scrolled through her Instagram as Abiah did summersaults in her uterus.

"I'm gonna say yes, but I don't think they are in the water we are going to and if they are, guess what?" Tori said, turning off her phone and dropping it on her stomach, hoping Abiah would get the hint to go to sleep or calm down.

"What?" Irie asked.

"God's gonna take care of us," Tori smiled, causing her sweet little girls lips to curl up and match her expression.