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Or maybe it’s the opposite.
I glare at him, then leave, biting my tongue so that I don’t explode on him. I’m finally going home early, so I won’t allow my temper to ruin it.
On my way out, I call Jay and tell him to get the ingredients for pasta out of the fridge.
He acts cool, but I can hear the excitement and glee in the little rascal’s voice.
As soon as I get home, Mrs. Potter hugs me and tells me he’s been such a good boy, then goes back to her place. Jayden and Lolli jump from the sofa and he hugs my waist. His face hides in my chest for a long moment. “Missed you, Nikki.”
“Missed you, too, baby.” I throw my bag on the floor and wrap my arms around him. Sometimes, it amazes me that he was a baby not so long ago, but now, he’s all grown and will probably become taller than me in no time.
“I’m no baby.” I can hear the scowl in his tone, but he doesn’t pull back.
“Yeah, whatever.” I ruffle his hair. “Have you taken your medication?”
“Yup!”
“That’s my good boy. Want to help me cook?”
He looks up at me, showing me a toothless grin. “Hell yeah.”
“Wait, look what I got you.” I rummage through my bag under the watchful eyes of a curious Lolli, then produce a key chain.
Jay gasps, snatching it from my hand as his pupils turn into saucers. “Kevin!”
Is that the name of the Minion? Well, I guess. I found it at a stand on the side of the road and had to buy it for him.
Jayden has always been obsessed with the Minions ever since he watchedDespicable Meas a toddler. The small collection he assembled over the years is the first thing he packs whenever we move and he even makes sure they’re safe and sound by peeking in the drawer where he keeps them every night and morning.
“Thank you, Nikki.” He hugs me again. “He’s going to be happy to join the family.”
I shake my head as he adds them to the “Minions drawer.”
After changing into a comfortable woolen dress, Jay and I get to work.
He’s more like my cheerleader and a sloppy salad chopper, but he oohs and ahhs over everything I do.
I’m more meticulous about cooking and I find great pleasure in it. Jay always tells me I should be a chef, but he’s honestly the only one who has tasted my food, and he’s a bit biased. Besides, just because I love cooking doesn’t mean I should pursue it professionally. Though, a part of me has been secretly yearning for it.
Maybe after Jayden grows up.
Despite Jay’s awful sous-chef techniques, we make it work in less than thirty minutes, and then we have our dinner.
He prepares the table, which is basically him lighting the cheap Walmart candle that we save for special occasions. Like his birthdays.
I stopped celebrating mine when I fell out of grace.
“What’s the special occasion?” I motion at the candle.
He rolls his eyes. “You getting a job, duh.”
I slide across from him. “Even if it means we don’t spend much time together?”
“It’s okay. I understand that you have to work so the court doesn’t take custody away. I can be on my own sometimes or with Mrs. Potter. I don’t mind.”
“Oh, Jay.” I fight the tears stinging my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He lowers his head. “I’m sorry, too.”
