Page 55 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“No. Is it that good?” I ask, flattered as hell.
“Mm hm,” he utters before biting his tender.
“Thank you. I love cooking but just for fun. I like working in hospitals.”
“You a doctor?” he asks with stretched eyes.
“No but I help doctors in the operating room.”
“Oh,” is all he says before getting back to his food.
DJ has a healthy appetite like his father. Daymir finishes all the food I piled on his plate and DJ finishes everything but his broccoli. While I finish my plate, they work together to fix DJ’s lunch. They have an adorable rhythm. As Daymir places two tenders, some macaroni and cheese, carrots, and honey mustard into a black four compartment container, DJ grabs a bottle of water, a drink packet, and some snacks from the pantry. They place all the items into a lunch bag.
“Is that Marvin the Martian?” I ask.
“Yes, you like Marvin?” DJ asks excitedly.
“Of course, he’s my favorite from Space Jams,” I admit.
“Mine too.”
“You want to watch it?” he asks.
“Don’t try it. It’s time for bed,” Daymir says.
“Maybe the next time I’m over and it’s not a school night, we can watch it.”
“Okay and thank you for my food,” he says before walking over and hugging me.
“Aye, that’s enough. Don’t be hugging my girl too long,” Daymir teases and DJ laughs.
“I’m not,” he says before releasing me.
“It’s okay. I like your hug and you welcome for the food. Good night,” I tell him.
“Good night,” he says before jetting out of the kitchen.
“And he’s going to bed? Right now? I don’t know about that cause he seems too energized to sleep.”
“Nah. He’ll be sleep in about thirty minutes, especially after eating. We get up early for school.”
“How early?”
“Five thirty. He likes eating breakfast there with some lil friends he’s made. Breakfast is at seven and school starts at seven thirty-five.”
“Shit. I don’t remember school starting that damn early,” I scoff.
“Hell, me either.”
He reaches for my plate but I stop him. “I got it,” I tell him.
“Nah, I got it. You cooked and saved me from figuring out dinner and lunch. You sit right there and I’ll put this up,” he insists. “You want a drink?”
“If you got some tequila. I had that earlier and I can’t switch it up.”
“With Hazel?”
“Yeah. How do you know that? You keeping tabs on me?”
