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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My contractions were now unbearable. I couldn't even speak through them.
"I just got off the phone with my son he's on his way back." Nelsons mother spoke, she was still here quietly seated across the room.
I didn't say anything. Before he left, we argued about names. He also asked when he was going to be able to keep the baby at his house. I'm over him and his crap.
I grabbed my phone looking at the time knowing Kenzo should be here any minute.
His sisters Jade and Gabbi arrived. They brought flowers and its a girl sign to hang on the door.
"Thank you. This is pretty." I admired the box of flowers.
"This was all Zo, and he told me to give this to you too." Jade handed me my Bible and Chakra stones. "That brother of mine is something else."
"Yes, he is. I wish he'd hurry up." I smiled, looking at everything. I placed my stones on the table beside me and opened up my bible. I had some verses pre-highlighted for today.
My mom stood by my bed, rubbing a wet towel across my forehead. Char was at the end of the bed, messaging my feet and legs, it helped with the blood flow.
Everybody else was seated or standing around the room, making small talk. I continued to read my highlighted passages.
After a little more time passed the door sprung open and in walked Zo. He rushed over to my bedside. I let out a massive sob of relief. He hugged me tightly. I felt like I had been holding my breath the whole time, until now. I can breathe with ease. I feel safe now, and I'm ready to have my baby.
"I made it." He breathed out, smiling at me. He placed his hands on my face gently. "I'm here."
I tugged on his hoodie, grabbing a fist full of it, pulling him toward me. He gazed at me studying my face, then wiped my tears away. He connected our lips tenderly. I released a huge breath of relief.
Our kiss deepened but was quickly interrupted by my next contraction.
"Well, hello." My dad smirked at him. Zo smiled, sheepishly at him.
Zo took his hoodie off and immediately went to work trying to work out my contractions. He sat me up and began pressing down, kneading into my lower back.
Although nothing really could help through the pain, I was feeling. His efforts made me less stressed. Him doing the different techniques he was taught at the birthing classes we attended.
"Breath, baby." He continued rubbing his palms on my bare lower back. I let out a rough groan, humming through the pain. "When was the last time she saw the doctor?"
"He checked her right before your sisters came." My mother spoke while wiping my forehead with the wet cloth. "She's still at seven centimeters, but her contractions are stronger now and back to back.
