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“Jaa, I need you!” I ask without letting him get more than hello out when he answers the phone.
“Taku e te paruhi, what’s wrong?” he is on immediate alert.
“I need you here immediately, so we can go camping.”
“Camping?” he lets out a breath and laughs at the same time. “You do not give off camping vibes, baby. Besides, I thought you were busy tonight,” he says, referring to the lie I told him so I could get this surprise set up.
“It was canceled. And I have no idea what you are talking about, I camp. Get here now!” I say and hang up and turn the phone off. Ever since the night I fired Max, we have been closer than ever, I still haven’t found out why he cooks, but it is becoming less and less important. The fact that this man loves me and is not bothered by what I do for a living is like an answer to a prayer I didn’t dare pray. I had made up my mind that in order to have a relationship, I was going to have to get rid of my business. I mean, what man in his right mind would be okay with his woman having an entire coral of men at my beck and call? A Gideon, that’s what kind of man; not only is he not in the least bit fazed by my job, he cooks for me almost every night and fucks me so well I go straight to sleep no matter what time of day we do it has me ready to give him anything and everything.
We talk like two junior high school sweethearts, not to mention texting all day, that is, until Jaa told me he almost cut the tip of his finger off, not paying attention to what he was doing, so we cut back on that. I have never been this happy in my life. I take another check to make sure I have everything that we are going to need for camping, then rush off to the bathroom to get ready. I only have a few minutes, even though Jaasiel lives a decent distance away from me, the man drives like he’s a race car driver, so I only have a few minutes.
And just like I thought, my alert lets me know someone is in my driveway; rushing through the house, I make sure I am standing in the living room so that when he opens the door, I am the first thing he sees. The door swings open, and he freezes, looking at me right before he opens his mouth and roars with laughter. He manages to close the door as he literally doubles over from laughing. There are literally tears coming down his face. His laughter is contagious, making me laugh too.
“Stop laughing at me,” I say, watching him struggle to get his composure.
“I’m not laughing at you, baby. I just was not expecting this when you said camping. Damn, you got my stomach hurting, Ni Ni.”
“Well, since you are done laughing at me, take your shoes off so we can begin our camping experience.”
“Okay, baby,” he says as he takes his shoes off. I had a company come earlier today to move all of my living room furniture into my other rooms, and then I had another company come in and decorate to make my living room look like a forest; in the middle is a tent, and in front of that are two logs to sit on and a fire pit that looks like a campfire. There is even a soundtrack with forest sounds playing to add to the ambiance, and the lighting is low to look like an evening at a campsite. I have on the equivalent of a camp leader uniform, complete with hiking boots, the shirt is unbuttoned, and the shorts are giving short. I also have a long red curly wig, and my name tag says Candy on it.
“So, uh, should I call you Candy?”
“Yes, that’s my name. I also have a uniform for you,” I tell him, pointing to the bathroom. It was my turn to laugh when he stepped back into the living room in his uniform.
“Now, why would you buy me something like this?”
“What do you mean? You don’t like your outfit?”
“Maybe if it fit, I would like it, but this shit is about two sizes too small.”
“It is not..”
“Do you see the size of these shorts? What man wears shorts like this?” he interrupts.
“What do you mean I see plenty of guys on the clock app wearing these? They call them hoochie daddy shorts,” I tell him between laughs and double back over in laughter when I watch his eyes almost bulge out of his head from my words.
“So that’s what I am to you, a hoochie daddy? And what the fuck kind of top is this? Are you going to tell me the men on the clock app wear these half shirts to go with their hoochie daddy shorts too?”
I am wiping away the tears from my eyes from his outfit and outrage.
“I need you to act with some decorum, Ni Ni; this is unacceptable. The only thing that fits properly is the hiking boots.”
“I would lie, but I am not going to; you look sexy as fuck standing there showing off that twelve-pack, tattoos, and tree trunk thighs, and the print of that monster is making my mouth water.”
“You’re nasty,” he says as he goes over to sit on the tree stump. “And by the way, the best name you could come up with for me is Chip?” he asks, making me howl with laughter after I had just gotten it under control. I am, without a doubt, falling in love with Jaasiel if I am not already there.
Our chemistry is off the charts, but one ofthe sexist things about being with him is the fact that I am completely free, free to say what I want, ask for what I want, and like what I like with no shame or judgment.
“If this is how you do camping, let’s schedule this at least once a month,” he says to me. “Come lay with me.” He says patting the space beside him on the blowup cuddler, holding the cover up for me to get under. I tap the playlist on my phone, throw it to the side, get under the cover, and lay my head on his chest. AsJon Bcroons the words toWhat I Like About You, in the background.
Jaasiel
We lay in silence, simply enjoying the quiet, when I hear her voice softly.
“My parents have been married for over forty years, happily. My dad said as soon as he saw her, he knew she was his wife. My mother, on the other hand, said he was everything she did not want. She liked guys that had a little street in them, her words not mine, and my dad was a nerd. He was straight-laced, A student, never late, Poindexter, once again her words not mine. One thing she didn’t expect was the way my father pursued her. She said once she opened herself up to him, she realized he was everything she never knew a man could be, and they were married a few months later. He bought her first car and house, but when he found out she was pregnant, he immediately started looking for a house in the suburbs. True to his word, he moved his family to a predominately white neighborhood when redlining was normal practice. A few months later my sister Ananasi was born, my mom got a job in a factory doing electric assembly for train parts, and my dad got promoted to project manager in his company. Things were going really well, so they decided to have another baby, and I came less than a year later.
I stay quiet because she has really never talked about her family before, and I want to give her the space to tell her story however she needs to.
