June 19th, 2003
Denise scooped Maria up off of the floor where she was quietly playing.
"You hungry, Love bug?" She asked.
"Yeah." Marisa giggled as Denise put her into the highchair.
"Good because we have some macaroni and cheese. Daddy's favourite." She said putting the bowl onto the tray.
"Daddy home?" Marisa asked. Denise shook her head.
"He's still at work. He had a big meeting with this singer guy." She said. Marisa took a fork of macaroni and cheese and stuffed it into her mouth. "Mmmmm…Good?" Marisa nodded.
"Good." She said as the doorbell rang. Denise sighed.
"Mommy will be right back, Baby doll." She got up and went to the door to answer the door. "This better be good. We're having lunch." Denise opened the door and Amanda stood there.
"I'm sorry I interrupted your lunch." She said, looking nervous.
"No…You didn't." Denise said, "Come on in. Marisa is eating."
"Oh can I see her?" Amanda smiled. Denise nodded.
"Sure. She's probably covered in cheese." She said leading the heavily pregnant Amanda into the kitchen. Sure enough Marisa's face was covered in cheese. Denise chuckled grabbing a napkin, "Marisa dear, this is mommy's friend, Amanda."
"Hi, Marisa." Amanda smiled as she sat down in a chair, "She's gorgeous, Denise."
"Thank you." She said as she sat back down, "So tell me what are you doing here…not that I don't love adult company."
"Well, I just wanted to ask you something, Denise." Amanda said as she watched Marisa stuff food into her mouth.
"Go ahead." Denise leaned back in her seat as she pulled her hair up in a banana clip.
"Well, you're a great photographer." Amanda said to her, "And I want to give Preston something special and nice and something to put in the baby's scrapbook." Denise nodded.
"You want me to take some pregnancy photos don't you?" Denise asked. Amanda blushed.
"If it wouldn't be much trouble." She said, "I wanted something nice and I've seen your work." Denise nodded.
"Thanks." She said. "I'll do it. It's no trouble at all."
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Okay, it was a little weird. She never had really been close to Amanda or really talk to her a lot, but here they were in Denise's studio.
"You look a lot better pregnant than I did." Denise said. Amanda laughed softly as she unbuttoned the over sized white shirt to frame her belly.
"Nonsense. I'm sure you were gorgeous." Amanda said.
"Me? Gorgeous? Hardly." Denise said as she put the lens on her camera. "My stretch marks were like road maps of my stomach." She turned to Amanda; "You ready to start?"
"Yes I am." Amanda smiled as Denise immediately began to take pictures. This was a nice subject, Denise thought. Trying to capture the joys of pregnancy in a photograph was hard, but Denise was always up for a challenge. "So, how is it?"
"How is what?" Denise asked as she snapped the photo.
"Giving birth?" Amanda asked grinning brightly for the camera.
"Utterly horrible and painful." Denise chuckled as she snapped off a few more photos. "But it's also utterly amazing and wonderful." Amanda chuckled.
"Great. I can't wait." She said.
"I'm going to develop these in black and white. It gives the photographs a better feel." Denise said. Amanda nodded. For the next twenty minutes until Marisa woke up, Denise took photographs of Amanda.
"I can get Marisa while you develop the if you want." Amanda suggested. Denise nodded.
"Sure. Yeah. Thanks." Denise smiled. Amanda waddled out of the studio and up the stairs. She couldn't wait to have this pregnancy over with. She wanted to see if she was having a boy or a girl. Amanda walked into Marisa's room. The child was standing in her crib, smiling.
"Hello there, Pumpkin." Amanda said walking to the crib.
"Hi." Marisa bounced. "Momma."
"Momma is downstairs in her studio. Let's go see how the photos came out." Amanda grunted as she picked Marisa up. She was very heavy to Amanda when she was this pregnant.
"Big belly." Marisa giggled as she wrapped her legs around it.
"Thanks." Amanda laughed as she slowly walked down the stairs. She waddled into the kitchen. She looked at the red light above the door until it went off. Amanda walked in with Marisa.
"Good afternoon, Baby." Denise smiled hanging up the last photo. Amanda's eyes widened as she looked at all the photos.
"Oh my god." Amanda said.
"You like?" She asked. Amanda nodded.
"I love these, Denise." She said, "How much do I owe you?"
"Just twenty." Denise smiled watching Amanda's face. This was why she took photographs. This was what made her happy.
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