Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

That's That

2:34 PM

Abiah sat outside her school waiting for her aunt to pick her up with Malik by her side. "Sorry I missed you at lunch," he apologized, with his hands on her hips as hers wrapped around his neck. "I got a detention for literally nothing," he shrugged off, pecking her lips. Abiah, blinded by lust, excused his punishment for bad behavior and smiled.

"It's okay. Lunch was boring anyways. I tried to take a nap," she replied. Malik slipped one of his hands to her bump, running his thumb along her belly button.

"My baby keeping you busy?" He asked, a grin attached to his face. Abiah nodded, placing her hand over his.

"Very much so," she replied.

"Can you feel it move yet?" He asked, looking around to see if he saw his ride. Abiah shook her head as her phone buzzed.

"I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it'll be another month," she replied, dropping her phone in her pocket with an eye roll. "My aunt is here. I'll FaceTime you later," she said once more, pecking his lips and running off to the familiar car. As soon as she got in, she was met with her aunts dissatisfied stare.

"Do your parents know about this?" Michelle asked, ready for her niece to lie to her. Abiah shrugged. "Wh—what does that mean?" Michelle asked pulling off towards her house.

"I don't know. My mom knows, I don't know if daddy does," Abiah answered. Michelle scrunched her nose. She hated to be in the middle of André's family drama, but now that she knew, she couldn't unhear or unsee her niece's actions.

"Oh Bean, you and I need to have a talk," Michelle muttered. Confused, Abiah looked to her aunt.

"Why? Do you think they won't like him? I didn't think they were like that," she mumbled, picking at her jeans. Michelle thought for a moment, before her eyes went wide.

"No! No! That's not why we need to talk. We need to talk about the fact that you're pregnant," Michelle started.

"I know that,"

"Do you?" Michelle asked. "It doesn't feel like it. Do you know what size your baby is this week?"

"No,"

"Do you know where the baby will sleep when he or she comes?"

"Nope,"

"Are you going to have an epidural or going natural?"

"Huh?" Michelle rolled her eyes as they made their way home.

"What's Malik's number?"

"Phone or Jersey? I have them both memorized,"

"What position does he play?"

"Quarterback,"

"What's his shoe size?"

"13,"

"Your baby is doomed," Michelle whispered. Abiah scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.

"Why? I'm going to be a great mother. And Malik is going to be a great father!" She fought. The anger that Michelle was feeling started to consume the aunt.

"He's gonna be a what?" She asked, skipping the entrance of her families community to take her niece on a journey.

"He's my boyfriend. Why wouldn't he be my baby's dad?" Abiah asked as if it was obvious. Michelle shook her head.

"Abiah, this child your growing is going to need a father that isn't 15 and football oriented. And a mother that isn't boy crazy. You need to get your head together or think about giving this baby a better shot," she suggested.