Page 67 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Arris?” Jayme nudged him lightly.
“Pork chops fo’sho.”
Jayme snickered.
“I should have known you had a request in the chamber.”
“That’s right, baby. You can ask me for my input on the menu any time.”
“I’ll text you about sides then.”
“That’s cool.”
Arris turned his burners off and adjusted the skillets he’d been using.
“Since y’all did the cooking, I’ll do the plating,” I offered and walked over.
“Alright.”
Arris smacked me on the ass as soon as I was close enough and maneuvered around me to collapse at the table. Jayme grabbed glasses and poured orange juice for the two of us while I plated the food. Then we sat at the table and had a slow, cozy breakfast.
Afterwards, we all got ready for our day.
It was nice being with them this way, and by the time we all headed out, I felt even more sure of the choice I was making being with them.
We all left thirty minutes before Arris’s first appointment of the day. Jayme and I had carpooled over so we rode back to the apartment complex together. I had some art I wanted to check out and she was supposed to be meeting someone at the shop to do their hair in an hour and a half.
She parked a few spaces down from me and we headed to the front door. I reached for her hand halfway there and she smiled as she linked her fingers through mine.
“Thank you for helping me and Arris get it right,” I said softly.
“I did nothing but take Blake on a little train ride.” She ran her thumb along the back of my hand. “I have faith we’ll all get it right though.”
“Me too,” I admitted.
I hadn’t been navigating this relationship long but I honestly couldn’t imagine myself not talking to Jayme and Arris anymore.
I squeezed her hand in mine.
“Well damn.” A small voice came from in front of us and I dragged my eyes from staring at Jayme.
A woman stood beside the entrance, her arms crossed over her chest and a stank look on her face. I gave her a once over then glanced at Jayme to see if she knew this woman or if we were being harassed by someone.
Jayme didn’t even give her a second look. She yanked the front door of the building open and gestured for me to head inside ahead of her. I was just about to when the woman who’d addressed me reached out to grab the handle too, successfully blocking me from entering.
Jayme looked from her arm to her face and a smile slowly took over her expression.
“Move your fucking arm before I break it, Reena,” Jayme threatened. “And please don’t act like you don’t know that I’d try.”
“This is your type now?” Reena gestured to me. “For real?”
“You want me to fight you or are you actually here to accomplish something?”
“I have a few things I left at your spot and want to pick up, but I mean now that I see you have somebody else already you may have thrown my shit out.”
