Get Into Houa's Mind

So...I am now 30 weeks pregnant and can hardly wait to hold my brand new baby girl in my arms. This is my fourth baby and I am so blessed. I've been feeling Braxton Hicks and back pain lately. I'm so excited to see her and hold her. My daughter, Karina, is super excited to have her sister in her life. She's been waiting patiently to have a sister. Her two brothers will be amazed at this little bundle that will arrive. Although I am scared of how Maximus will react since he's still so small and doesn't understand that I will be giving this  new baby attention. Just 30 weeks ago, I stared at the big blue plus sign that confirmed I was pregnant and was filled with happiness and love. My husband and I are so blessed with these blessings. I can hardly wait!

I glanced down at myself and then pushed him away from me further. I pulled the robe together and took a deep breath. “You need to get out of here, Broderick. If you stay, I’m afraid things will get out of control.”             He smacked his lips and smiled. “You’re finally admitting that you want me as much as I want you. I came here on the hope that you would invite me in and let me stay the night.”             “I didn’t invite you in. You stormed in.”             “I did, didn’t I? But do you blame me when you open the door wearing what you wear?”             I wrapped my arms around my waist. “Please…I’m not used to this kind of…relationship. You can’t just show up here, have a roll with me in the sack, and then leave. I’m not like that, Broderick. If...

I laughed and pushed the strap of my purse higher up my arm. “Sorry, not interested.”             As I turned and walked to my car, I could feel his gaze on me. It burned holes in my body and I felt as if I was running a marathon. When I drove away and saw him standing in the rearview mirror, I let out the breath I’d been holding. Never did I think I’d ever see Broderick again, and not this way. I was still recovering from his smile, his face, and his smell. I felt almost like a little child who was giddy for her first bike ride. But I wasn’t a child; I was nearly 30. No one had ever made me feel the way he had and I didn’t know how to react. There was so much going through my mind and I even wondered to myself what kind of danger those hands could do to my body. I shook my head and cursed as I stopped at a red light.             “Get over it, Natasha.”   ...

            Looking in the mirror, I smoothed down the front of my black pencil skirt and fluffed my pink blouse. The black pumps I wore made my legs look longer, which was my intention because I stood just a little over five feet inches tall. My thick wavy hair was pinned up in a bun which controlled the waves. Staring in the mirror, I didn’t believe that my 30 th birthday was just around the corner. Had it been that long since college graduation? Apparently, it had whipped by without me even noticing.             I checked my watch and realized I had to go. I grabbed my purse, walked outside, and locked the door. My black Honda sat in the driveway looking like a million bucks. Ok, a million bucks because it was bought and paid for. It sounded like a train that was dying, but it was mine. I got in, turned her on, and roared the car to life.     ...

Anne handed the bartender the ten dollar bill and grabbed the fruity drink. She turned and a shoulder rammed into her, spilling her drink. When she looked up, she saw Marcus’ eyes smiling at her. She laughed as Marcus grabbed some napkins and began dabbing at her arms and hands.             “I’m so sorry, Anne,” he said.             “It’s fine.”             “Looks like I owe you a drink.”             Anne shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”             “No, let me, please.”             A few moments later, a new drink in hand, Anne and Marcus walked side by side on the beach. The sun was high up and Anne regretted wearing the sundress. S...