“You need to eat somethin’.”
“Huh?”
“Eat, Sabine,” Adair insisted. “I can feel your ribs.”
“What are you trying to say?” she sat up.
“Nothing, I’m just saying, you don’t be eatin’.”
“I eat when I’m hungry.”
“And that seems like never.”
“Wow…” she sat up, moving away from him now annoyed. “Haven’t been married for a good twenty-four hours and already you’ve found something about me that’s a problem.”
“Baby,” Adair scooted over into her personal space, palming her small thigh. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. I love your body; I just want to make sure you’re not starving yourself. You smaller than when I met you.”
“I have been stressed out.”
“I know that, and I’m here to make sure you taking care of yourself whenever I’m not around, that’s it.”
“Okay…” Sabine nodded. Suddenly she could smell the aroma of Pam’s breakfast. “I’m going to go get a plate—” she attempted to get up, but Adair stopped her. “What?”
“I never got the chance to give you your present.”
“What present?”
“Your wedding gift.” Adair got up, going into his closet, returning with a small black box. She sat up excitedly not knowing what to expect. “I hope you like it,” he handed it to her, and Sabine wasted no time lifting the top. She gasped at thebeautiful gold love letter note locket with a small heart shaped diamond on the seal. Lifting the heavy small piece of jewelry, tears instantly pooled her eyes.
Engraved on the note: Through all the noise, I hope my love for you is always louder.
There wedding day was on the back of the locket along with their initials.
“Adair…” Sabine began to ugly cry. “I’m never…ever taking it off. Put it on me.”
“You really like it?”
“Like?” Sabine moved her hair to the side so he could clasp it around her neck. “I love it…it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten…” she held it in her hand looking down at it. “Thank you, baby,” she peppered several kisses on his lips. “You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in all of my life.”
“I plan to keep it that way.”
JULY 19, 2011
“Don’t cry, Sabine,” Narri rubbed her back.
“She better cut all that shit out!” Pam exclaimed, sitting a plate of food in front of Sabine. “Now here, feed my grandchild. The hell you thought would happen the way you let my son hump all on your ass day and night!”
“At least you’re pregnant by your husband,” Parthenia shrugged, trying to find the bright side for her sister.
Sabine hadn’t been feeling well and of course Pam who didn’t let her sit in denial and delusion had a stash of pregnancy tests in which five of them proved she was with child. She didn’t know how to feel. She and Adair barely had enough time with just the two of them—now they were expecting a baby.
“You still got insurance, or I need to take you down to the county assistance office?” Pam asked with a notepad in her hand.
“I…yes, I have insurance.”
“Okay,” Pam wrote something down. “We gotta get you to the doctor, make sure everything is all good up in there because you are tiny as hell, Sabine and I know I’m feedin’ you right. My grandbaby probably starvin’ like Marvin.”
“You are getting thinner bestie,” Narri noted.