Page 60 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I’mma be a fire fighter and make a million dollars,” he says and I chuckle.
“I don’t think they make a million dollars, son.”
“But they still make a lot of money,” he quickly corrects me and I laugh more. We are in Imani’s neighborhood and turning on her street. When I pull into her driveway, DJ reaches for the handle then turns back at me. “I’m gone open her door for her daddy when she comes out. Don’t get out,” he says and I smile.
My lil man is a gentleman.
“You got that. I’ll stay in here,” I tell him.
Smiling, he jumps out and runs to her door. I watch as he rings her bell and a few seconds later, she walks out, holding two large gift bags. They walk to my ride and he runs in front of her to beat her to my ride. Then, he opens the door for her to get in.
“Thank you,” she gushes.
“You welcome,” he says before closing her door.
“Hey, baby,” she says before leaning over and kissing me.
“Hey back. What’s in the bags?” I ask.
DJ gets in and closes the door. “Miss Imani, are those for Dontay?” he asks.
“Well, one bag is and the other is for you,” she responds before turning around and passing both bags to him.
He places both bags on the seat then stands a little to look inside. His eyes get big as fifty-cent pieces as he reaches into one of the bags. “Beats!” he yells. “I can get one?” he questions.
“Yes. That one is black and the other pair is silver. Which one do you want?” she asks.
“I’m keeping this one,” he says before plopping down in the seat with the box in his hand. “Can I open it now?”
“Yeah. They’re yours,” she tells him. Excitedly, he tears into the box and pulls the headset out.
“What do you say, man?”
“Oh, thank you,” he utters, totally distracted by his gift. I’m a little distracted and thankful too. It didn’t even cross my mind to get a real gift for the birthday boy. I was just going to shoot him a bill.
“Damn, baby, thank you. But why didn’t you tell me you were getting those. I would have given you my card.”
“Because I wanted to get them. Save your money for inside of this place. I plan on racing several times in those go-karts.”
I glance back and look at the big ass smile on DJ’s face then look back at her. “Thank you, for real. He’s happyas hell. I ‘preciate that so much,” I tell her before gently grabbing her chin. Then, I lean in and kiss her passionately. Her thoughtfulness means more than she knows.
“I got you for this though,” I tell her before backing out of her driveway.
While I head to the fun center, she actually gets his Beats and sets them up for him. She connects them to his iPad and he puts them on. He stays quiet for the rest of the ride. He doesn’t even lift his head up until he feels my Yukon start to slow. We are at Blast! but there’s a small line of cars to get into the main entrance. He removes his headphones then sits all the way up so he can see out the window.
“It’s big,” he marvels.
“Yeah, really big. It looks like an amusement park. I didn’t think it was going to be this huge. Is this place new?” Imani asks.
“Yeah. It’s pretty new. I don’t think it’s been here a year,” I say.
The car line starts to move and I drive into the large parking lot. It looks packed as hell so, I let Imani and DJ out at the entrance then scan the lot for a space. I luck up when I see a truck backing out on the second row and I pull in as soon as he’s out. When I make it to the entrance, I find DJ and Imani in the line and join them.
As soon as we walk in, I’m instantly reminded why I’m so appreciative of Imani for coming. Bad ass, loud ass kids are everywhere. DJ spots a few of his classmates and tries to run towards them. Imani grabs his hand, calms him down, then we walk over to the party area. DJ finds the birthday boy so we journey to the main table and introduce ourselves.
“Thank you for coming. Dontay talks about DJ all the time,” his mom says.
“DJ does too. Thanks for the invite.”
