Page 54 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I’m hungry,” he says and I grin. “Is that our food?” he asks, looking at the plates on the counter.
“It is. Are we eating here or in the dining room?” I ask.
“We don’t eat in there; we eat here.”
“Well, which one is your seat?” I ask, nodding towards the high back black stools at the counter.
“There.” He points to the one on the right end and I place his plate there. “Are those carrots?” he asks.
“Yes. Do you like carrots?” I ask, timidly, hoping that he does. With kids and veggies, it’s either hit or miss.
“Yes, the way my Maw Maw makes them,” he honestly admits.
“Well, maybe you’ll like mine too. If not, it’s cool. Do you like broccoli?”
“Sometimes. I’ll see,” he says before sitting in the stool.
Daymir walks around the corner then treks into the kitchen. Again, he kisses me and I love it. He has no problems with showing me how much he actually missed me.
“Damn, ya’ll starting without me?” he asks, playfully.
“No, sir. I ain’t even said grace yet.”
“I’m just playing, man. Go ahead and eat. You only got an hour before bed time,” he says and DJ closes his eyes and utters a quick prayer.
“What’s that?” DJ asks while pointing at my honey mustard.
“Honey mustard. I like that on chicken tenders. You can try it but I took the ketchup out too. Here,” I say while sliding the bowl of honey mustard closer to him.
He spoons some on his plate then squeezes some ketchup next to it. He tastes one of the tenders without any sauce then he dips it in the honey mustard. After eating it, he smiles then tackles the macaroni and cheese. Daymir grabs an Energized Sports from the fridge.
“Are those good?” I ask. I see those energy drinks everywhere but never bought one.
“Yeah. I drink at least two a day. This white grape one is my favorite. You want one?”
“Is it going to keep me up all night?” I ask and he steps closer to me. Then, he leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Don’t worry about that drink. I’m going to keep you up all night, especially them long ass beautiful legs,” he says and I’m pretty sure I blush.
“I can’t with you,” I utter while laughing.
“Miss Imani,” DJ calls out.
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“You got some more of this?” he asks and I notice that both tenders, most of his macaroni and cheese, and the carrots are gone.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Some more chicken and carrots. They taste like my Maw Maw’s. Oh, and I want this for lunch tomorrow,” he says and I smile. “No broccoli though.”
“Did you cook enough?” Daymir asks.
“I got enough for today and tomorrow. I’ll see what containers your daddy has and pack for your lunch,” I tell him before grabbing his plate.
I add another scoop of the carrots and another tender to his plate, then slide it back to him. Daymir grabs another energy drink from the fridge and we join DJ at the counter to eat.
“You cook at a restaurant?” DJ asks.
