"Sometimes you run into the right person at the wrong time, and things don't always turn out how there expected to be. There may be love but love doesn't over power the act of negativity"
22 year-old Carina Thompson lived a L.A life carelessly, whil...
Brushing my hair I sat at my vanity with my legs crossed at the ankles. Tuning out Blu's growls and Quincy's cursing I sighed wiping the lipstick I had on off.
"Shit. I'm not playin wit you no more" He said. Obviously, Blu bit him good this time.
Applying a dark brown outline then a little lipgloss I checked myself out to see how it looked. Satisfied with the color I got up to look in the mirror.
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"You think this is to much boob action?" I asked scanning my outfit.
"Look at me" He barely said with a mouth full of chips.
Fixing myself I turned to him. He looked me over for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"Nah. You look straight to me"
Turning back around I stared at myself. I examined the indent curves I had on my body, the way my breast stuck out a little, and the thickness of my hips. Deciding to pull the straps on my shirt tighter just incase I sighed of approval. Laying back on the bed I stared at the ceiling bored. The bed then moved as I listened to the footsteps travel until I couldn't hear it anymore.
Pulling my shirt from out of my jeans I rested my hand on my stomach. "Mommy's tired, hungry, and stressed" I yawned into my other hand. Rubbing my fingertips across my belly I couldn't help but slightly smile to myself. I felt a bit of joy rush over me just thinking of the future.
Who would have thought I'd be having a child? Not me.
The anticipation and excitement of going through the process was starting to get overwhelming. As crazy as it may sound I think I'm ready for the backaches, random kicks, and the crazy cravings.
At this point, I was about prepared to tell everyone with hopes of sharing the thrill. I just hoped they are as happy as me.
"Mommy's always tired, hungry, an' stressed" A voice echoed through my ears causing me to quickly jump up.
"Calm down crazy" He laughed at me. "I ain't mean to scare you" Quin continued to maneuver around the room.
"You know?" I asked nervously.
Pushing his eyebrows together he got back on the bed looking in my direction. "Know what?"
Unexpectedly I just sat there frozen. I tried to open my mouth but for some reason, I couldn't.
"That you once again always hungry, tired, an' stressed? Yes, I think we all know that" He spoke instead. Closing my eyes I let out a breath of relief lying back down.
"Yea, ya mama a weirdo Blu" He said speaking to the dog.
I know it sounded weird but I just couldn't shake the fear of him finding out. It was terrible I know but I literally couldn't stop it.
