The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Twenty One

I cursed under my breath hearing a loud knock at the front door. I was trying my best to get dinner ready before Andrew got home from football practice. He'd been begging me for weeks to join the team and I finally gave in. I tried understanding the sport since he wanted to play but that was a fail. I made him a promise though that I'd be at every game to support him, screaming at all the wrong times. It put a smile on his face so I was happy. By the time he walks in and takes his shower, he's usually hungry enough to eat the entire fridge. So, to avoid having zero groceries, I'll have a full meal hot and ready for him. 

I hate to admit it but  I'm starting to get attached to him. I'm used to having him here. I feed him, I buy him all the best clothes, bonded with him in ways I never thought I would. Having my own children isn't something I've ever considered. Not that I don't want any, I just never thought about it. Andrew feels more and more like my own each day. I don't know how to draw that separation line. Blood couldn't make us any closer. At this point I'm not doing this for Zy'Air. I decided to continue raising Andrew for me. 

I put the pot on simmer and ran to see who was at the door. I swung it open and looked at whoever this was in confusion. They looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen them. 

The guy snapped back into reality and held out his hand. 

"I'm sorry, Hi, I'm Donald. Well, my friends call me Donnie".

"Hello Donnie,", I said shaking his hand. "What can I help you with?"

"My father is part of the Deacon board and they're told to go out and check on members who are sick and grieving".

"I'm not sick".

"Well, with the death of minister Tubbman, you were added to the list of sick and shut in. My father couldn't make it out here so he sent me".

I was going to be a smart ass and tell him he completed his mission and I was fine, but I didn't like my time wasted just like I'm sure he doesn't like his time wasted. I opened the door wider and he stepped inside. You would think if he was playing replacement deacon he would've dressed the part. Instead of a nicely tailored suit, Donnie wore some sneakers and cargo short with a Tupac graphic t shirt. He must be my age if not younger.

"Something is smelling good".

"Oh shit", I said running to the kitchen to turn the pot I  had on, off. I heard him laugh.

"You did hear me say I'm from the church right?"

I rolled my eyes. "I never claimed to be a saint".

I heard his feet on the wooden floor letting me know he was coming this way. I looked over my shoulder just in time to catch him looking at my ass and legs. Had I known I was going to be having company, I would've changed into something more presentable than a tank top and shorts. 

"So, you checked on me. I'm taking everything day by day. Just trying to provide for my son".

"You have a son?", he asked me.

"Not biologically, but he's mine".

"I hear that. I have a little girl myself".

"Really? How old?"

"Ten going on twenty-five. She's an old soul".

"Sounds a lot like me".

He smiled then stood up straight, looking more serious. 

"When my father told me to come check on you, I knew this was God giving me a sign".

"A sign for what?"