Page 49 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Yes, ma’am. I got my Marvin backpack, a lunch kit, some markers, a bunch of stuff,” he says then looks up at me. “Daddy, can I go show her?” he asks and I nod. He takes off for his room and I grab the breadsticks. After placing them on the island, I sit and start to eat. I’m hungry as hell and don’t want my shit to get cold. I’ve killed a good amount of it by the time he’s back in the kitchen. “She wanna talk to you?” he says while holding his cell out to me.
“Okay, you sit up here and eat while I talk to her.” I take the phone then walk through the living room and down the hall to my bedroom. “What’s going on, Miss Pat? I’m not cancelling the contractor.”
“I’m not going to object anymore. This old house needs some repairs.”
“Good because he’ll be there Monday at ten.”
“I wrote it on my calendar on this fridgerator. But that’s not what I wanted. It’s that girl,” she sighs. “She done checked herself out of that place. Didn’t even make it a whole week. I called to check on her and they said she left last Sunday night. I love that girl but I can’t let her take me to an early grave.”
“No, you can’t,” I tell her. H ain’t no joke and when people are on that shit it’s hard to shake it, especially if the person isn’tready. Makenna isn’t going to get clean until she wants to and if she doesn’t soon, that shit is gonna kill her.
“I know cause I’m not ready now, especially with the baby doing so good. He’s so excited about school and he looks so happy. I’m so glad she at least had sense enough to finally reach out to you.”
“I’m glad you forced her too,” I add. “I would have never known about DJ if you hadn’t. Thank you again.”
“That was prayer. She keeps me on these bad knees,” she says then forces a smile. It’s obvious that she loves and worries about Makenna. It’s written all over her little round face. “Now, I gotta leave it in God’s hands. You pray for her too, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am. I got you.”
“Send me pictures of him going to school. I think I figured out how to look at them on this thing but I can’t take no pictures though,” she smiles. “Good night.”
“Good night, Miss Pat.”
When I end the call, I check myself. I don’t want DJ reading my face and sensing that something is wrong. So, after running my hand down my face and taking a deep breath, I walk back to the kitchen. He’s finishing up his food when I return.
“Is Maw Maw still on there?” he asks.
“Nah. She’s gone to bed but she wants me to send her pictures of you tomorrow when we get to the school.”
“Just one, please,” he says, sounding like me. I’m not big on pictures either. I focus more on living in the moment than taking time from it to take a picture.
“One is cool. You done eating?”
“Yes, sir,” he says before sliding off the stool. “Can I pack my lunch?”
“Yeah. You’re going to have that Italian sandwich and fruit cup from the restaurant. So, grab what you want to go with it while I clean this up.”
“I got my stuff,” he insists.
As he grabs his empty container, I pull his sandwich and fruit out of the bag then throw the bag away. I wipe off the counters while he grabs one of his frozen PB&J things from the freezer and a bag of chips and bottle of flavored water from the pantry. He packs everything in his lunch kit then places it in the fridge before going to his room to shower and get in bed.
I stay in the living room to chill for a minute. While he’s at school, I’ll be taking my ass to the warehouse. We have a nice size shipment coming in on Friday and I have to make sure we are all set. I trust Hazel to handle shit but I still like to be hands-on in all operations and shipments.
In the midst of all of this, I can’t keep my mind off of Imani. She consumes it all the fucking time and I miss her. Even though I agreed to our break to allow DJ and I to have time, I’m over it. Two weeks without her has been hard as fuck. I miss her sultry voice, long ass legs, and beautiful face. Hell, I miss all of her. So, I say fuck it and shoot her a text.
Me: Hey Beauty.
When she doesn’t respond after about two minutes, I shake my head because it looks like she was serious as hell about a break. I was just hoping the shit wouldn’t be this damn long. Disappointed, I reach for my remote to turn on my TV but my phone vibrates.
Imani:How’s it going, my Beast?
The smile that creeps on my face is damn near shameful but I don’t give a fuck. She hit me back and she called me herbeast, remembering our conversation after the first time she blessed me with her pussy.
Me: Good but it would be better with you.
Imani:I would be in the way.
Me: And? That’s what I want. You all up in my way. You don’t miss me?
