Heaven Can Wait

Chapter 8 Part 2

Olyviah

"Levantarse y brillar mi pequeña girasol." Translation: Rise and shine my little sunflower. My mother's sweet angelic voice woke me up out of my sleep this morning. She spoke to me in one of her many native languages. It was clear almost as if she was in the room. These past days I've been reminded of home everything that I been missing.

I'm trying not to think of it too much and fall into a state of depression. But it's becoming hard to cope with knowing that I was left with no one to lean on in a long time. I'm currently the living soul for two people now, my unborn child and boyfriend both who would be my backbone.

Sighing I wrapped the scarf around my head tight enough to securely cover my edges. Today is bun and bum day I guess since we can't go anywhere except staying in the perimeters of this condo.

I left out of my room to go downstairs to find some breakfast. The house is quiet that means I'm the only person up. I'm not surprised though since I always been an early bird or more so a victim to my insomnia. So far its gotten better but I still have nights that are worse than others.

Last night was different because my mind kept replaying yesterday the fear of almost getting caught. Don't get me wrong I didn't mind covering for August but it would have ended ugly if Ms. Judy found out one he left without permission and two was in another city. Thank god he made it back in time and was able to get his bracelet before anything was suspected.

Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard placing it on the counter. Some maple brown sugar oatmeal will have to do for now. Going in the pantry I pulled out a box of instant oatmeal taking out the pack I needed and put it back on the shelf. When I came out I was greeted by a yawing August wiping his eyes. It's crazy how I didn't even hear him come downstairs let alone walk into the kitchen.

"Well good mornin' ta you." He smiled showing off his pearly whites.

"Good morning." I said shyly. I don't know why I get like this around him all of a sudden.

"Whatcha ova dere cooking?" He was now peeking over my shoulder all in the bowl.

"Oatmeal."

"Ya eat that shit?" He sounded uninterested in my choice of breakfast.

"Yeah. I don't see anything wrong with eating it."

"It's nasteh." Without another word he reached for my bowl dumping the contents down the drain. "Let a real chef take ova." I just watched him go over to the refrigerator taking out a carton of eggs in one hand and bags of veggies in the other. "I'm feeling like it's an omelet type of mornin'." Nodding my head I wasn't going to fight with him if he offered to cook. I went to sit down at the table just watching him go to work cracking open the eggs whisking them in a bowl.

"Egg whites or yolk?"

"Whites." I can't think of the last time a man actually cooked for me. Now that the thought is in my mind it kind of had me feeling some type of way because I remember when attempted to make us dinner. We laughed at the charred steak and ended up ordering Chinese food.

Sighing lowly I looked back over at August. He was concentrated flipping over the omelets making sure nothing spilled out. The aroma from the vegetables hit my nose causing my mouth to instantly water as the sound of my stomach growled.

"Somebody hungry it's comin'." He chuckled I blushed in embarrassment glad that he couldn't see my face at the moment. Turning off the stove he took the plates off the counter placing an omelet on each one. Walking to where I was he sat both on the table taking a seat across from me. We said grace silently to ourselves and dug in. I must admit this was probably one of the best omelets I ever had. It wasn't runny but cooked perfectly.