“What you want?” Demo asked as he got on the freeway.
Flashes of the best tacos he ever ate made by the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on played through his mind. He wasn’t even sure why, since he hadn’t thought about her in a while. After they fucked, he thought about her bomb ass pussy and those tacos often, but it had been two years. He guessed being back in the city resurfaced memories.
“I know a place,” Biggie said, leaning back in his seat. “I’ll tell you where to get off.”
TWO
It never failed.Tuesdays were always the busiest day for Tuesday and her food truck. The thing about it, though… she wouldn’t change it for the world. She loved being able to discount her prices on Tuesdays and still make more than she would any other day of the week.
With Tuesdays came reinforcements, though, because she damn sure couldn’t do it on her own.
“Behind you!” Winter called, and Tuesday stepped out of the way as she chopped up the chicken, fresh off the grill.
“Mama, can you cut some more onions?” Tuesday asked, glancing over at her mother and thanking the Heavens she was always willing to help her out.
“Soon as I get Wallis situated,” she responded.
Tuesday glanced over her shoulder and smiled when her eyes landed on her two year old son. She never saw herself as having a child, but as soon as she became pregnant, she knew she had to see this journey through. Even if the circumstances of his conception weren’t ideal.
“I need jalapeños,” Winter commented as she walked up to the window and took the next order.
Tuesday’s eyes pried away from her mother and son as she turned to look at Winter.
“I got you.”
Her body was on autopilot as she prepped food so they could keep up with the crazy rush. It was lunchtime, and their location amidst all the businesses and clubs was prime. Ironically, they were parked at the same spot she met him…
“Okay. What do I need to do?” Tuesday’s mom asked.
Celia was the older version of Tuesday. Her curly hair had streaks of silver in it, and she carried an air of wisdom about her, but overall, they were twins, down to the same smooth complexion and stacked bodies. Especially now since Tuesday had a child of her own. Her hips spread, and she carried around a little pouch at the bottom of her stomach that wouldn’t seem to go away.
As far as mother’s went, Tuesday had lucked up, and she could only hope Wallis would think the same of her when he was older.
After glancing at her son and noting that he was content for now with his kiddie tablet, watching his favorite cartoon,Bluey, she looked at her mom.
“Can you chop the jalapeños? I’m finished with the meats so I can help take orders.”
Her mother waved her away in acknowledgment, causing Tuesday to grin. This food truck had been her dream, and the people she loved never hesitated to step in and help her when she needed it. She was so thankful.
The past few years had been hard for her, but with her small village, her tribe, she was able to come out stronger and blessed than ever.
Wallis, her sweet baby boy with bouncy curls and chubby cheeks, was the light of her life. He was most definitely a beautiful mistake, but she would never treat him as such.She loved him more than she loved anyone, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him.
Becoming a mother had been a stumbling block, but she wouldn’t change it for anything. Depression tried pulling her under while she was pregnant, and postpartum had kicked her ass for several months after, but seeing Wallis’ sweet face every day gave her reason to strive for happiness and positivity.
“Thanks for helping out today,” Tuesday said to Winter.
“Don’t start,” she wagged her finger.
“Y’all bet not start,” Celia scolded, causing them all to laugh. This was normal for them. Celia had been knowing Winter since she was a baby, and her and Tuesday had always been attached at the hip. Celia always swore up and down she had two daughters instead of one.
“Tell that to your child, Mama,” Winter teased before turning to the next customer in line.
Tuesday snickered. “I can help who’s next,” she called out.
Over the next thirty minutes, the three women worked in sync to get orders out and take orders in. They were like a well oiled machine.
As soon as the rush died down, Tuesday heard a little voice call, “Mama!”
