Power To She

Chapter Four

Goodbyes are never easy, but at times they help us grow.

"Dad what do you wanna eat today?" I shout over my voice since his in his bedroom. We live in a normal. Nothing big or that expensive. We brought a house which we knew we would be able to turn into a home. Not a huge expensive house where we would hardly ever see each other. The house has an open plan. We have an all white kitchen with two dinning lounges, and one sitting room, there are four rooms in this house mostly because we NEVER have visitors over except my fathers best friend Mr Thompson and his daughter Bianca. There a guest toilet and every room has its own ensuite closet and bathroom than there a gym area where me and my father work out every morning.

"Anything except ribs, beef and anything that looks like an eye and a tongue" he shouts back making me laugh.

"You've got jokes old man I see" I shout back and I hear him laughing. I prepare chicken linguine for the both of us. He comes back looking fresh. His wearing his PJ's which he hate but I always force him to wear them. They make him look like a bundle of joy i swear. I hold back my laugh as he comes towards me.

"My Queen don't start with me or I swear you will be sleeping outside" he warns but I end up laughing even louder. He clicks his tongue and goes to set up the table. Once his done I take dish up the chicken linguine into a big bowl and he takes it to the table while I bring the salads. He takes the beverages and we sit in the table and we dig in.

"This is nice" he compliments while stuffing his face.

"My King don't eat with food in your mouth" I warn with a frown on my face.

"Okay I am sorry" he apologies with food still in his mouth.

"You can't seriously be sorry when you are still doing it" I while playfully hitting his arm. He chews until his done.

"I was only trying to apologize but" he defends. I look at him and I continue eating and he bust out laughing. I don't see anything funny.

"Will you ever stop doing that when you mad?" he asks referring to how I pout my lips every time I get mad. I always use to do it when I was a kid and I never grew out of it. A smile slowly creeps on face as I look at him.

"Leave me alone" I say as I smile.

"Don't forget to drink your pills before going to sleep" I remind him.

"I won't as long as you promise not to snore tonight so I can actually get some sleep" he says.

"I SNORE?" I ask him shocked and he busts out laughing.

"You didn't know?" he asks while laughing.

"I don't snore" I defend.

"I made a recording. Do you wanna listen to it?" he asks. I quickly shake my head not want to face my reality. Do I really snore though.

"But do I really, really snore?" I ask him wanting to make sure.

"Don't ask me. You are the one who snores not me" he says laughing. I ignore him and I continue eating. I don't snore. Maybe his just playing with me. He clears his throat, catching my attention.

"My Queen?" he calls out to me. I pick up my head and I look at him. He has a hint of worry on his face.

"You know that I love you right?"

"Yes I know that and I love you too My King" I assure him. Where is this coming from?

"And you know I would be proud of you even if your weren't in this line of work?"

"Yes I know that, but this is where I want to be. Not because I wanna make you proud no offense, but I don't see myself working a nine to five job, dating a boring ass guy, having kids and getting married. I love the thrill that comes with this job. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else My King" I assure him once again.