My life's meaning |✔️

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Lauren Monique

Pulling over on the side of the highway I took my shoes off glancing at my swollen ankles.

"Need me to drive?" Elijah questions glancing at my ankles

"Yeah" I nod unbuckling my seatbelt as he got out the truck, I crawled over into the passenger seat slightly winded

Elijah got into the drivers seat fixing the seat to his liking before putting my feet onto his lap.

"I think we should just head home, we can do this another time" he mutters lowly rubbing my ankles soothingly with one hand and driving with the other

"No, I wanna go"

"Your ankles look like water balloons, Babe you shouldn't be on them"

"Hey that's mean" frowning I crossed my arms looking away "humans are so rude"

"Babe I'm kidding, why are you being so soft? You're always picking on me now that I'm doing it to you, your feelings are hurt?"

"I'm pregnant dipshit, I'm not soft" slapping his shoulder I fought back the tears that threaten to be released. "apologize to me"

"For what?" Elijah chuckles resting his hand on my thigh

"Apologize damnit!" I shout wiping my eyes aggressively

"I apologize" he laughs lowly

"Laugh again and ima sew your lips together" narrowing my eyes at him I watched as his laugher died down

"Your mood swings are something else, do you think the baby is going to have your personality?"

"No I think Squirts going to take after you, with the shyness and closed off"

"I am not shy or closed off" Elijah says defensively

"When we met yes you were, you barely said four words to me and wouldn't tell me anything"

"Well what did you expect? I didn't know you at the time and you always asked weird or personal questions" he shrugs rolling his eyes playfully

"True, anyways I think Squirt's going to be a chubby lil baby with a good personality—better not be a crybaby cause mama ain't raising no bitch"

"Um okay" Elijah nods warily

"I'm horny" I state moving his hand closer to my core, he pulled away laughing "nothings funny"

"We're here, put your shoes back on" laughing to himself he turned the engine off pulling out his phone

Sliding my feet off his lap I kicked on my shoes grumpy, getting out the car I glanced at the house in front of us.

"Why did you take me to Pops house? Messiah cooked?" I ask waddling to the door then into the house "Siah I'm hungry! Feed me and yo nibling!"

"His what?" Elijah chuckle confusedly

"Is a gender-neutral term used as a replacement for niece or nephew"

"I learn new things from you everyday day"

Going into the living room I groan to myself seeing Messiah asleep on the couch, patting his forehead I mumbled his name until he woke up.

"I'm hungry"

"You know where the kitchen is" he nods waving me off

"Mimi nda ku shit on wewe " I mutter salty in Swahili

"That's slack" Messiah smacks his lips getting up going upstairs

"What did you say?" Elijah questions