Page 29 of Sugar Baby
“Well when you make things right with him, you bring him over so we can meet him.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed as we hugged. “I’ll talk to y’all later. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will. Be safe, Baby. And thank you for letting me take over your business. Even if it is temporary, you trusting meand giving me something to occupy my days while making money means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
“As good as you were and are to me, you know I’ll do anything for you, Auntie. And you’re helping me too. I don’t want to shut Sugar Baby Caters down, so you can run it for as long as you want even after I get the bakery set up.”
Her eyes sparkled as she clapped, and that made me even happier. I couldn’t wait to see how she showed out. Terry James-Humphreys had the food game on lock. She could literally do it all, but her soul food always felt like comfort for the soul and a hug for the stomach.
I waved as I got in the car, but before I drove off, I decided to stop being a baby and reach out to Cash. The longer it took me to reach out to him, the longer it would take for us to get back to us. Gently beating my head against the headrest, I pulled up our text thread. I knew he wouldn’t reach out to me because of his godly relationship theories.
I groaned, hitting the button to dial his number. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer, and when the call went straight to voicemail, I realized this was probably going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter
Eighteen
CASH
My sleep had been horrible lately, so I’d been sleeping with my phone on airplane mode. The last thing I wanted or needed was for a call to come through when I finally did get to sleep. This morning, I slept in later than expected. I still felt like shit when I got up and started my day and realized it was either my allergies since it was about to be April, or I was getting a fucking cold. Neither were acceptable, so I was going to go to Mama’s house to get some allergy and cold pills just to play it safe.
After I took care of my hygiene and dressed, I grabbed my phone to call her and realized I had a missed call from Sugar.
Finally.
Instead of calling her back immediately, I called Ma. She answered almost instantly with, “Hey, Son.”
“Morning,” I grumbled, heading toward the kitchen.
“Oh no. You sound horrible.”
“I know. I need some medicine.”
She chuckled. “You gon’ pass like ten stores just to get to my medicine cabinet?”
“Yeah. I’on know what to get.”
She laughed again. “I got you. Just let me know when you’re on your way. Or are you coming now? I was about to head to the shop to get my hair done.”
“That’s cool. I’ma just get some tea and come over when you get done.”
“Okay, Son. Hopefully you’ll be feeling better by then. If not, Mama got you.”
“Aight, I luh you.”
“I love you too.”
After ending the call, I leaned against the refrigerator and inhaled a deep breath. My nose was running like crazy, but I wasn’t sneezing or coughing yet, which was a sign that it might just be the change in weather.
As I called Sugar baby, I decided to go to Starbucks to get their medicine ball tea in case I did start coughing.
“H-hello?” she answered hesitantly, making me smile.
“You nervous?”
“N-no.”
“Then why you stuttering?”
