Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

A Long Week

Monday Morning
8:30 AM

Tori laid on her side of the bed with Sampson in between she and André like every morning. Except, this morning, instead of running around the house getting everyone ready, she decided to let the kids be self-sufficient, with the exemption of Jairus, obviously. But André took care of getting him dressed. All Tori had to do was get up and grab Sampson. She was determined to not strain herself through this pregnancy. That included, but was not limited to, resting, studying, and preparing.

Tori looked down at her sleeping baby and quickly pulled her shirt up so that her milk wouldn't stain the sheets. "Sammy," Tori groaned, as she sat up and wiped his t-shirt off. André looked down to see Tori trying not to wake her baby while taking off his onesie, then looked back to the clock. It was time for her to pack for her annual mother-daughter-Kamari retreat. It was the one week a year where she, Laura, Michelle, Vera, Kamari and their daughter's go up to Vancouver for a getaway.

"Uhh, baby. Doesn't your flight leave at noon?" The concerned husband asked. Tori glanced at the clock with a groan.

"Crap," she said, hopping up from the bed and basically running to her closet. So much for taking it easy. "Call Irie and ask her if she and Biah are packed and/or even up. My mom is going to be here in half an hour," Tori asked as she shoved a couple of sweatshirts, leggings, pajamas, and jeans into her suitcase. She didn't know what to dress for, so she grabbed a couple of dresses too.

"Daddy?" Irie answered. André shut his bible and placed it on the side table, before moving to his wife. He knew she'd want to be apart of the conversation she initiated.

"Hey, baby. Mom wants to know if you and Biah are up and packed? Nona and Noah are coming over soon to take you guys to the airport," André asked, putting the phone on speaker. Tori paused for a minute, staring at the pack and play. She was deciding on if she wanted to bring Sampson or not. And she was definitely leaning towards not.

"I'm packed. I put my bag in the living room last night. I think Biah is packed too, but I don't think she's up," Irie replied. Tori groaned, taking a break from contemplating.

"Go wake her up! We cannot miss this flight and it's already gonna take an hour to get through security with eight possibly nine people," Tori yelled. André muted the phone as he gave his wife an odd look.

"Nine? Who else is going?" André asked. Tori pointed to Sampson, who had flipped over to his stomach on André's pillow.

"Unless you're going to be able to take him to the church with you this week," Tori stated, knowing that wasn't going to happen. André slowly shook his head as Tori nodded. "That's what I thought," she said. André took the phone off of mute and sat his phone on the dresser so he could break down the pack and play.

"Uhh, mommy, Biah's up. But, something's wrong with her," Irie said. Tori and André glanced at each other before Tori hopped up.

"Stay with him, and keep packing. I've got this," Tori said, before sprinting down two flights of stairs and down the hall into her daughter's room. As soon as Tori entered the room she saw Irie standing by the bathroom entrance. "Where is she?" Irie pointed into the bathroom as Tori walked towards them.

As soon as she turned the corner, Tori saw her daughter lying on the tiled floor in a ball of tears. "Mommy, it hurts," Abiah whimpered with her arms crossed over her head.

"What hurts?" Tori asked. She and Irie squatted by Abiah's sides and carefully moved her arms.

"My head," she cried harder. Mommy mode started to kick in as Tori turned to her oldest child.