For a second, I smiled. I loved when Ellie’s soft side peeked through.
Me:Love you, too. Now get outta my business!
Placing my phone on the bed, I went into the bathroom and did my morning routine. Today was Sunday, and according to Synder, he took Whimsy to church as often as he could. So, I wanted to prepare something quick for breakfast, then get Whimsy ready.
Thirty minutes later, I plated loaded bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches with a side of fresh fruit. I had already bitten into my sandwich when Synder appeared. He was dressed for service in all dark grey. His tie was plum colored and matched his designer shoes. He knew how to wear any-fucking-thing. I was convinced of it.
“Oh, this my shit right here,” he said and grabbed my sandwich off my plate.
“Uh-uh! How you gon’ take my sandwich?” I fussed.
He bit into it. “This one got a lil’ mo’ flavor in it,” he answered. “Mm, this shit is good.”
Nose turned up, I hoped it deflected from the heat slicing through my body.
“I like ya dress,” he mentioned around another bite ofmysandwich. I got another sandwich and bit into it.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. The dress was the only thing appropriate I had to walk into a church I’d never been to. If I was back home, I would’ve worn whatever was comfortable for the day.
“You been on the internet?” he asked.
Chuckling, I replied, “Unfortunately, I woke up to a barrage of messages.”
“Damn, my fault.”
“No, it’s okay. This is really the first time this has happened.” I shrugged. “You’refamous-famous and unattached. So, there’s that.”
He grinned. “Yeah, there’s that. I don’t wanna cause you any trouble wit’ ya man.”
Gulping, I started not to squelch his curiosity. Then again, it wouldn’t have hurt anything.
“I don’t have a man, so there’s that.”
His low chuckle was mysteriously scary. “Good to know,” I thought I heard him mumble under his breath.
“What’s that?” I questioned.
“Are you almost ready to go?” he asked.
“Oh… Sure.” With a slight frown, I watched him leave the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder, smiled, then popped the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.
Releasing the deep breath I held, I hurried and scarfed down my sandwich, then went to prepare Whimsy for church. Her closet was immaculate and the size of a studio apartment. She had everything from designer threads to expensive jewelry, some of which she’d probably never worn.
This was my life. From a baby, I was given a life of luxury. That was why I created my boutique. I wanted to give every child their dream of feeling like a prince or princess.
Quickly, I found the perfect outfit for Whimsy, grabbed her shoes, a little purse; then hurriedly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and lotioned her skin. I dressed her, then tackled her hair. Ten minutes later, she was ready.
“Oh, aight,” Synder stated when we met him in the living room. “I see what you did.”
Grinning, I was proud of myself. “You two match. I think it’s cute.”
“I propose… You change to match us.”
My eyes bucked, and he cracked up.
“I’m just playin’, Baby. You already breakin’ the internet. The last thing we probably need to do is fuel the fire, huh?”
His eyes peered down into mine. Filled with mischief, they were. Although I couldn’t put my finger on it, Synder had something up his sleeve. He all but told me so when he smiled.
