Page 26 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“I better get going. That food and this sun has me beat. I need a good nap.”
“Let me know when you make it home.”
“I will.”
I wanted to hug her but decided not to overstep. Instead, I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Have a good day, Ms. Driscoll.”
“You too.”
I opened her door and waited until she was securely inside to close it. Standing back, I watched as she backed out and drove out of the parking lot.
Today was a good day.
After leaving Wynter,I headed to pick up Jamari from school. We hadn’t had a little daddy daughter day in a while, so I figured I’d pick her up a little early. When she walked out to get in the car, she had an unreadable expression on her face. Settled in her seat, she looked at me.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Why would something be wrong?”
“You got me out early. Something has to be wrong. Is it Granny or Grandpa? Aunt Asia? Mom?”
“No, baby. Everybody is fine. I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
She blew a breath of relief. “Daddy, you scared me. Can you give me a heads up next time? A text or something?”
“You aren’t supposed to have your phone out in class, Jamari.”
“I know, but if I say it’s you, I’ll get a pass.”
I rolled my eyes. “What am I gonna do with you? Did you have a good day?”
She shrugged. “It was okay. I’m not mad about leaving early. Oooo, can we go shopping?”
“You always want to spend my money.”
“I mean, isn’t that why you came to get me? So you could spend some money on me?”
I chuckled as I pulled off from the curb. “Yeah, man.”
She grinned as she connected her phone to the car and put on some music. The sounds of some new aged rap music filled the speakers. She started bopping and rapping along to the lyrics. When she hit the dance moves, I had to laugh.
“You and these TikTok dances.”
“Daddy, don’t be a hater.”
“I’m not hating. Your generation is on there dancing to our music and killing these dances, not in a good way either.”
She scoffed. “Do your knees even work anymore? I never see you dance.”
“Oh, you want daddy to school you?”
“Please! I could out dance you any day. You’re old.”
“First of all, I’m thirty-five. That’s not old.”
“Then Mama is old and you’re middle-aged.”
