Page 88 of Session 33
“You cooking for me, baby?” I teased, pressing my lips to the side of her neck.
“Maybe,” she said, laughing softly. “But only if you get to Ekon before he throws that spoon.”
I turned just in time to see Ekon winding up like a damn pitcher, ready to launch his spoon in our direction. I scooped him out of the high chair, and he squealed, throwing his little arms around my neck.
“Daddy!” he shouted.
“Hey, little man. You ready to eat?” I asked, balancing him on my hip.
“Yeah!” he said, grinning.
Angel set a plate of pancakes and eggs on the table, sitting down with us as we ate. She cut Ekon’s pancakes into tiny squares while I helped him with his juice. We were in sync. Exactly where we were supposed to be.
The rest of the day moved like that—easy, smooth, like the universe was finally cutting us a fuckingbreak.
We dropped him off at daycare. He didn’t even look back, he ran straight to the toys.
“That boy ain’t got no loyalty,” I joked, shaking my head as we walked back to the car.
Angel laughed.
We went to counseling, sitting on Dr. Reed’s couch. I still went to Bailey, but only alone.
"It sounds like you’re both committed to making this work. Small steps, day by day.”
That's all i needed to hear. Wewalked out of that office hand in hand.
We hit the grocery store next, bickering over what to buy, Angel pushing the cart while I grabbed random shit off the shelves just to mess with her. Even arguing with her over cereal made me happy.
Lunch was at Angel’s favorite soul food spot—fried catfish, collard greens, and cornbread so good it practically melted in your mouth.
WE picked up Ekon.
Back at home the smell of roasted chicken still clung to the air as the day wound down. Ekon was laid on the sofa, knocked out, Angel had was humming while cleaning up toys and I was thinking about what I was going to do to her when we put Ekon to bed.
Then Silas ass came walking in, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He hadn’t knocked or rang the door bell. Just used his key.
He brushed past me. “I’m here to see my son,” he said, dropping the bag with a loudthudright in the middle on the floor.
“What are you doing here, and with your duffle bag?” Angel asked.
He flopped down on the couch like he was at home, stretching out like he was home. “What does it look like I’m doing? I came to see Ekon,” he said, dead serious. Then, without even waiting for a response, he added, “I’m taking the guest room tonight.”
“Excuse me? You asking or telling us?” she asked.
Silas gave her a lazy shrug, pulling out his phone. “I said what I said,” he muttered, scrolling through his texts like we weren’t standing there.
“Alright. “What’s really going on? You’re too subdue.”
He sighed, shifting Ekon on his lap. “That girl is annoying the hell out of me,” he bitched about Charmaine, rubbing his temple. “She’s always there. Breathing my air. Asking me dumb-ass questions like, ‘What are we doing?’” He mimicked her voice,rolling his eyes dramatically. He threw his arms up like he was about to fight the air.
I smirked. “That’s called a relationship, idiot.”
Silas shot me a look of disgust. “If that’s what a relationship is, I’m out,” he said, standing, picking up Ekon. “ I’m putting my son to bed. Leave me alone.”
Angel busted out laughing. Silas, ignored her completely, heading straight for the stairs.
“That fool is a fool,” she said, shaking her head.