Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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Waking up the next morning, I felt incredibly refreshed, awakened by my loud alarm, of course. I had about an hour before the early morning workout.
As I was motioning to get up, I heard a low knock at the door, "Come in."
"Oh good, you're up. I heard your alarm sounding off, so I figured I'd make sure you were up."
"My bad I didn't realize I had it up so loud." I looked her over. She was in a white thigh-length comfy, t-shirt like nightdress. Her hair was in its natural state, beautiful.
She smiled, taking her eyes off of me. "If you need anything, I'm in the room across the hall."
"Thank you, Adira."
"No problem." She made her way back out the door, closing it behind her. I got up and made the bed, then headed to the bathroom.
After I finished getting myself together, I gathered my things then knocked on Adiras bedroom door.
She opened it, standing in the door frame. I glanced over her head, eyeing her room. Making a personal note to get her to help me design my next home.
"I'm leaving."
"Oh ok did you want me to prepare you something before you go?"
"No, my chef is bringing my pre-workout meal to the gym. I should be good."I grabbed her hands. "Thank you again."
"You can stop thanking me at any time." She smiled. I pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her.
I chuckled. "I'll call you and text when I get a chance, and if you could do the same, I'd appreciate that."
She nodded, then pulled away from the hug.
"Have a good day, and get some rest. Babygirl's going to need you at full strength to get through the day." I pointed down at her stomach. "Can you feel her moving yet?"
"I'm the type of person who pays attention to every little thing with my body. So very early on, I felt different things, but mostly like a fullness feeling in my lower abdomen. Then as time went on, I felt little flutters, which might've just been gas. My doctor said I should start feeling some big movements soon. Since I'm almost five months. It's different for everyone."
"That's crazy, —the power of a woman. Birthing new life."
She giggled at my amused expression. "You better get going, you have a bit of a drive. Have a good game. I'll be rooting for you from work."
"Appreciate it, you know I love all my fans. You might be my biggest."
She shoved me; we both laughed. "Shut up. You just better win tonight."
I leaned and kissed her forehead. Sadly it didn't seem like enough. I took a step back, sighing staring into her eyes. She gave me a knowing look, with a smile she managed to hold up. I turned to walk away down the hallway.
