Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

Thanksgiving

a week later
Abiah is 15 weeks and Tori is 22 weeks

Thursday — November 24th
8:15 AM

The loud house hustled and bustled to get everyone ready for last minute Thanksgiving fixtures. As Tori, finished up breakfast with Sampson attached to her leg, Irie walked in either backpack and a new hair do. "Ooh, cute," Tori commented, watching Irie slid into a seat at the island.

"Thanks. Kya's cousin just finished this morning. We literally woke up at 6 just so she could finish before it was time to get her grandparents from the airport," Irie replied, opening her laptop and plugging it into the island.

"Woah, what are you doing? We have to be on the road by ten. And you are not dressed," Tori asked as André came down in a t-shirt similar to Irie's and basketball shorts. "Oh my gosh, Dré! You were supposed to shower!" Tori stressed, doing the exact opposite of what she was supposed to.

"I'm about to, I just want some water and to say hi to my babygirl. I haven't seen her since yesterday morning," André excused, pecking Irie's forehead. "Your hair looks nice. How much did it cost?" He asked, moving to the fridge.

"It was only 150, daddy," Iriella innocently replied.

"Did that included the hair?" He asked, knowing that the hair was more than 50 dollars.

"It was only 250, daddy," Irie admitted, earning a glance form Tori and André. "What? Black hair gets expensive! And I know you aren't looking at me! You pay 300 to get your roots done! And let's not even talk about Biah's hair!" Iriella deflected. Tori shrugged, knowing her child was correct, but André continued to glare at both women.

"You see this?" He said pointing to his hair. "Twenty dollar hair cut! You see that?" He said pointing Sampson's long curly brown hair flopping around the baby's head. "Free!" He mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and heading up the stairs.

"Speaking of Sammy, can you slick his hair into a ponytail for me? And make sure Jairus doesn't over gel his hair?" Tori asked. Irie's face dropped as she shut her laptop. "You know I only ask, because I can't," she begged.

"Yes, mom. You just remember all of these times when Reggie and I want to drop of our kids and have a nice night or weekend to ourselves," Irie called, prying her brother away from his mother and heading down the stairs, to the kids' quarters.

8:26 AM

In her bedroom, Abiah stood in her closet looking for something to wear. She was getting to a point where things were starting not to fit. And it was effecting her psyche. "You are ruing mommy's body," Abiah muttered, throwing on a random t-shirt to shuffle through her closet. "Come on, come on," Abiah mumbled searching through her messy closet.

"You looking for this?" Tori asked, holding up a pair of leggings that laid on the edge of her teens messy dresser.

"Yes!" Abiah smiled, running and grabbing the pants, before taking them into her, just as messy, bathroom to change.

"Biah, you've gotta get this room together!" Tori called, glancing to food wrappers and clothes thrown about the cluttered and disgusting room. "You can not have your child in this room, it's filthy!" Abiah came out of the bathroom and threw her pajama shorts on the pile of clothes that Tori wasn't sure was clean or dirty.

"My room is fine. And why do you care? You never see it," Abiah grumbled, looking for a nice sweater to cover her bump, since her extended family had no idea about her pregnancy, or so she thought.

"I care, because you're raising another human being. You're room is not conducive to fit a child. Where is the crib going to go? Where are you going to put the baby's clothes, formula, toys?" Tori validly asked. Abiah shrugged, finding what she was looking for and going back into the bathroom.