Kimberly ❤️
Boy, don't call me Angel
You ain't got me right
Don't call me angel
You can't pay my price
Ain't from no heaven
Yeah, you heard me right (yeah, you heard me)
Even though you know we fly (though you know we)
Don't call me angel
I walked around my room humming along to the song in just my lingerie set. I had just finished showering because after being in bed all morning, I finally decided to get up. It was going on 2 in the afternoon when I made the decision to get up.
I slip on a pair of gray sweats and scrummage through my drawer for a t-shirt. Just as I find one, a Thrasher t-shirt, I see Dak entering the room from my peripheral.
"When did you get that?" He asked.
I turn to face him, confused at the sudden question. I then peep his nod at my torso. I look down to see he was talking about my tattoo.
I grin as I slip the shirt over my head.
"About a month ago." I reply, walking up to him.
He nods, kissing my forehead. He lifts up the shirt to examine it better.
"Is it a scripture?" He asked.
"Look closely." I say, smiling.
He kneels down to get a better look at it. I then watch as a smile forms onto his face.
"It's the kids names." He remarks.
"Yeah." I say, giggling.
"That's really dope. How did you come up with that?" He asked.
"I knew that I always wanted my first tattoo to be something Bible related. Then it hit me like a train; I'd get the kids full names tatted in the form of a scripture." I say.
"Well it looks really good and I'm kinda jealous now." He exclaimed.
I laugh, pushing him away from me.
"You'll be fine." I say.
"Mhm." He said, walking over to the bed.
"How was practice though?" I ask.
"The usual." He said.
I nod.
"Well, Chef Boyardee is taking dinner orders." I say, before humming the remainder of the song.
"Chicken Alfredo." He said.
"I don't think I have the ingredients for it, but that's what the super market is for." I grin.
He chuckles.
"Wanna come with me?" I ask.
"Sure, let me just hop in the shower real quick." He said.
I nod, leaving the room after that.
*****
"Farfalle or Fusilli noodles?" I ask Dak, holding the two boxes of noodles in my hands.
He looked at me for a long minute, before pointing to the Farfalle noodles.
"Is it because they look like bow ties?" I ask, putting 4 of the boxes into the cart.
Remember, I'm feeding 6 kids plus the two of us. And the twins, along with Coach Dak, can eat like there's no tomorrow *eye roll*.
"Yes." He replied.
I giggle before leading him the rest of the way through the supermarket. I picked up two jars of Alfredo sauce, 4 packs of Chicken cutlet, and some seasonings I may or may not need.
