“Hell yeah, we got employees coming in a few, handle your business, and I’ma hit your line.”
I nodded and walked out as I walked to my car; my head was on a swivel more than usual.
Not because I was worried, but because I was ready.
I hopped in my car and pulled off. It was a silent ride; I was deep in my thoughts about so many things. I had so many plans for me and Islah, and a punk ass Cali nigga was trying to fuck it up.
I wasn’t gonna let that happen.
I pulled up to the hospital at the same time her food was getting dropped off. I stopped the man at the elevator, tipped him, and sent him on his way. When the doors opened on her floor, all eyes was on me.
As I stepped out, nurses smiled in passing. An old lady in a wheelchair looked like she was gonna pass out.
“You have pretty eyes,” she said softly as she rolled by.
I made it to the nurse’s station, and Kenya was sitting there typing on the computer. I sat the food down and waited for her to acknowledge me.
“Hold on,” she said, looking over at her notes. “I’ll be with you in just a…” She looked up. “Love, What are you doing here?”
“Call her for me.”
Kenya nodded and paged Islah, telling her to come to the desk. We stood there for a lil’ bit, not talking ‘bout nothing special, when I could see Islah in the distance.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as she got closer.
I waited until she was in arm’s reach and pulled her into me.
“You said the day was moving slow, and your feet hurt. I’m here to get you. I don’t want you to be hurting.”
“Chile… must be nice,” Kenya said under her breath.
Me and Islah laughed.
“Baby, we are short-staffed?—”
“So,” I said, cutting her off. “My only concern in this hospital is you.”
Islah looked over at Kenya.
“Girl, go ahead. The new girl is starting today, we can have her run your patients,” Kenya said to her.
Kenya and Islah hugged, and I slid Kenya the food.
“Lunch on me.”
Kenya grabbed the food up quick. “You know what, brah, you are always alright with me.”
I grabbed Islah’s hand, and we headed to the elevator. Once the door closed and we were alone, she wrapped her arms around my waist and stood on her tiptoes for a kiss.
“Why do you treat me so good?” she asked me.
I gripped her ass as I kissed her back.
“Because you are the one.”
She smiled, “I’m so lucky.”
I shook my head. “Nah, mamas, I’m the lucky one; let’s go.”
