Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

What It Means

Two Weeks Later
Abiah is 13 weeks & Tori is 20 Weeks

Monday— November 7th
7:56 AM

Abiah tossed and turned on her couch, trying to get comfortable, but failing miserably. She couldn't sleep, with the thought of seeing her baby for the first time. She was supposed to have seen her child the previous week, but had to reschedule because of how sick she got. But this was it. Today was the day. She was going to see her own bean. "Fuck it, this is useless," Abiah cursed, before slamming her hand over her mouth. "Sorry, baby. I mean frick," she corrected, trying to get her cursing to minimum with a mini-me on the way. Quickly, she rolled out of bed, and ran to her bathroom to get up and ready for the day.

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Down the hall, Irie stared at the ceiling thinking about the conversation she had with her father, a few weeks prior to his grand exit out of the country.

"So,"

"So..."

"Look, Mama, im going to be honest. Finding about about what you did at the hospital, really put me in a headspace. I mean, how could you do that?" André asked, leaning over the table. "Prostitution?" He whispered. "Because that's what it is. That's illegal," André said. Irie rolled her eyes and started to pull out her phone. "What are you doing?" André asked watching his daughter pull her phone to her ear.

"I'm calling mommy to come pick me up. I don't need you to patronize me, I hate what I did!" She yelled through a whisper. André snatched the phone and sat it in the table.

"Okay, Okay. Don't call your mother. We won't talk about it. Just don't call her. I'm already in hot water with her because of the baby." Irie gasped and folded her arms.

"What are you in for?" She smirked.

Irie glanced to her phone for a second thinking of who she could call. "Kya is in class. And Reggie is at the gym—Ooh! I wonder if mommy is up!" Irie randomly squeaked, slowly moving out of her bed and towards the stairs. Thankfully, Abiah came out of her room holding her shirt while wearing a sports bra.

"Mama, where are you going? You shouldn't be out of bed," Abiah said rushing to the other end of the hall and jumping in front of her sister on the stairs.

"I'm looking for Mommy. I want to see if she's up," Irie said, trying to push past her sister.

"No! Let her come to you! Go get in the bed. I will call her," Abiah said, guiding her sister back to her room and watching her get in the bed. "Now, stay. You need to save your energy for my ultrasound later," Abiah said, standing by her sisters bed. Irie stuck her hand out and placed it on her sisters abdomen.

"That's right. We will see my niece or nephew," Irie smiled. Abiah glanced down to her still flat stomach, with the tiniest bump resting above her jeans. "You're finally showing," she beamed, causing Abiah to shy away.

"No. I'm just bloated," she downplayed. Irie rolled her eyes as her sister threw on one fo Tori's old t-shirts.

"How? You haven't even eaten. And how are you not sick? I had to eat first thing in the morning," Irie asked, slowly turning on her side as her sister fixed her outfit.