My life's meaning |✔️

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Lauren Monique

It's been two weeks since I last saw Eli, fine ass.

That day, they helped me with my furniture, and later surprised me with food from my favorite Italian place.

Alexander and I have been staying in touch, getting to know each other better, and building a strong friendship.

Today, I have a doctor's appointment to check on my baby.

"Alright, I've got my keys, water, and apple slices," I said, checking the time on the clock in my living room before heading out.

***

"Your baby appears to be healthy. Just ensure you're taking your vitamins and maintaining a healthy diet. Everything should be fine," my doctor reassures, gently patting my belly and adjusting my shirt.

"Thank you," I reply, feeling a sense of relief. I'm feeling a bit tired and quite hungry.

"You can schedule your next appointment at the front desk."

***

After my appointment I decided to go grocery shopping at Walmart. I ended up leaving with a baby stroller, car seat and other baby stuff. I got grey and blue paint also.

And yes I made sure to get the froze foods last.

Alexander
Hey Bella, where are you?

Me
Hey, I'm leaving Walmart. I should be home in a few
Read 3:39pm

So he isn't going to reply? Not even 'ok' hell 'k' would be fine.

Fifteen long minutes later, I was finally done struggling to put everything I bought in my car. Tired isn't even the word to describe how I'm feeling.

"Shit, I'm hungry," I huff.

Racing down the road like the speed demon I am, I got home just as two black trucks parked beside me.

"Should I act like the white people in scary movies and get out, possibly getting snatched before I reach my apartment door?" I ask myself, looking back at the cars.

"Hell, I'm hungry and I gotta pee," I shrug, opening my door.

The black truck on my left side had its car door open and someone got out.

"Lord, let me use the bathroom before I get snatched," I said to myself, reaching under my seat for my trusty tongue groove pliers.

"Hey Bella," a familiar Italian voice greeted.

"Alexander, I almost took out your kneecaps," I laugh, holding the pliers up.

"I like you, always prepared," he nods, grinning.

"Mhm, so Eli's in the other car?"

"Yes"

I confidently loaded the bags onto my left arm, ensuring I wouldn't need more than two trips.

Eli unexpectedly appeared, offering to help with the cans of paint.

As we approached my apartment, Eli and Alexander assisted with the bags and paint, making the process smoother.

Inside, Eli insisted on carrying the bags to the kitchen, showing his thoughtfulness.

While unpacking groceries, I playfully asked Eli about his communication style, to which Alexander humorously chimed in.

"Do you talk, like full sentences or just two word phrases?"

"He barley talks, only glares and goes to the gym" Alexander buttes in