Johannah Morgan
Johannah looked at JC. “Of course I’m happy. What kind of silly question is that!?” She kissed him on cheek also, looking at Raymond. “And yes, sir, I’m extremely excited. Oh! Don’t forget, you need to take next Saturday off. We’re looking at apartments in the same building so I can stay close to him and both of you,” She gave Raymond a fake glare, one that looked like she was thinking I’m watching you . “Oh thank God!” She smiled as the bus came to a stop. “One more second on this bus and my dress was going to be ruined!” Johannah got up out of her seat and headed to the exit of the bus. “Just a half a block to walk, and we’ll be at this dreaded class!” She joked, nudging Raymond in the side. “Lighten up, Mr. Government Worker. I’m not gonna break if you touch my tummy like JC does. And he’s not going to break through my stomach just because he feels daddy!” Johannah laughed, rolling her eyes.
Damien Nordon
Damien looked at the girl. He then turned his attention to his wife. Leaning his forehead against Eva’s cheek, Damien whispered. “She’s gotta be 16, 17 at the most…God I feel bad for her,” He kissed her cheek while he was there, and laid a hand on her knee. Damien and Eva had only been married a year, but they had known each other long before they were married. This was the first time since she told him she was pregnant that Damien had been brave enough to be slightly intimate. He was afraid that Eva was mad, and that she hated him for getting her pregnant. He knew that was silly, but he couldn’t help himself.
Alicia Hansen
Ali sighed, shaking her head. Late? Really baby? Don’t forget, we r telling ur mom tonight! She’d have to know at some point, anyway. Ali wasn’t one for lying, either. She had told her mom, dad, and Matt in the same day. In a way, Ali was really excited about being a mom…but she also knew that her mother and father…and even Matt…were all really pushing her toward adoption. “So…how far along are you?” Ali asked the young white girl who was sitting with the black man. She couldn’t be much further along than Ali, unless she was just hiding it really well. Ali straightened her clothes, waiting for the question that would surely be asked very soon…how old she was.
