Red

CHAPTER 14.

Xamuela's voice faded into the background as I sliced her grapes for her to handle easier for her breakfast, I plated them into a bowl and decided to give her, her favorite cereal that I was strictly advise to served with cold milk.

In spite of my current work, lack of understanding rocked my system as I thought about last night. How I left the club was now the top of the morning question that have me tilting my lips down into a frown.

"Shit! Lord, what did I do to deserve this? It's still early in the fucking morning."

Fire groaned from behind me. I glanced back just to see Xamuela punch his arm, and Fire rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is.

Rafael shook his head. "Bro, Lorenzo is going to shoot you one day if you don't stop using bad words around his kid."

Fire folded his arms, offended. "Words aren't bad. They're in the dictionary. Alright if they were bad, why would they print them. That's basic logic, Rafa." He touch the side of his head and I rolled my eyes.

Xamuela sighed like she was an exhausted parent.

Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lord, here we go."

Fire lifted his phone proudly. "Since you all doubt me, I'll educate you. You know cause I'm a giver like that."

He cleared his throat dramatically and I rolled my eyes.

"According to the Webster Dictionary: Fuck, verb. Fucked, fucking, fucks. Usually obscene, usually vulgar-"

Rafael slapped his hands over Xamuela's ears so fast I heard the air crack.

But Xam rolled her eyes and said loudly, "Papa says that one when you guys forget to listen."

Rafael choked as she said this. Fire's eyes widened, then he pointed. "See? The child already knows her way around vocabulary. I am just simply helping her reinforce it."

Then he kept scrolling through the pages.

"Next word: Shit, noun. Plural, shits. Meaning bodily waste discharged through the-"

"Through the rectum," Xamuela snickered.

I stared at her and Fire stared at her. Rafael looked like he wanted to bang his head into the fridge.

Fire clutched his chest. "MY God! what is this? Call Loremzo tell him we found him a prodigy."

"No. No she is NOT a prodigy," Rafael snapped, pointing at Fire. "She's a CHILD. She is THREE. Stop making her smart in the wrong direction!"

Xamuela flipped Fire off again, bored. "You're still an asshole though."

I snorted. "Fire, please. This job pays me well. I can't afford to get fired because your mouth needs a gallon of bleach."

Fire shrugged proudly. "Hey. At least she's learning definitions. If you guys dont know most kids her age, Hell when I was her age I couldn't even spell rectum."

Xamuela smirked, folded her arms, and spelled it out loud.

"R-E-C-T-U-M."

Fire yelled happily like he was a proud father, watching his child achieving something for the first time.

I rolled my eyes. Rafael dragged a hand down his face. "Lord, just kill me now."

Fire snickered under his breath, reached over, and stole one single grape off Xamuela's plate. He popped it into his mouth with the smuggest face alive.

Xamuela stared at him like he had personally declared war on her ancestors.

"You did not just touch my food," she whispered, trembling with anger.