Michael
"Daddy! Daddy!" DJ yelled jumping onto the bed with ungodly excitement at ungodly hours.
"What's up little man?" I said groggily as he continued to jump up and down on the bed before falling onto my back and roughly grabbing at my shoulders until I turned over. "I'm up. I'm up!" I confirmed as the brightness of the room began to burn my eyes.
"Daddy I'm hungry." He huffed pouting his lips as I rubbed the sleep from my heavy eyes. "Can you make us breakfast?" He asked innocently.
"Where's your mother?" I asked wondering why he was requesting I make breakfast instead of her.
"I don't know." He admitted causing me to swiftly sit up in bed. My head spinning in the process.
I had taken it upon myself to continue the party once I got home. And by that I meant I had drank nearly half a bottle of Bacardi Cuatro alone in my den. Attempting to numb the million feelings I had been left with after last nights reveal if that's what you want to call it.
"Where's Eve?" I quizzed wondering why in the hell she hadn't prepared breakfast per usual.
"I dunno." DJ said sounding rather confused by all the questions I were asking.
Shit I was confused too. "Alright Champ, I'll race you to the kitchen." I said causing him to immediately perk up. I shook my head as he ran off toward the hall. The sound of pitter pattering growing distant with each stride.
I was sure to take my time heading down the hall looking for any trace of Tera but as DJ had stated she was nowhere to be found.
Which left me feeling uneasy. I'd rather have eyes on her at all times because you never knew what a motherfucka like her was truly up to. I was mentally beating myself up for allowing myself to get clobbered last night. Amateur move on my part.
"So what do you want to eat D?" I asked as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the kitchen. Damn I hope he wants to order out.
"Cinnamon French Toast." He said with a wide smile as he sat up eagerly in the stool on the opposite side of the kitchen island. The fact that one of his top teeth was noticeably missing made me smile. He had just lost it a couple of days ago. He was growing up so fast. I could remember when he was two. Now he sits before me a little past six. Time sure does fly.
"You got it kid." I said making him giggle in excitement as I went to the refrigerator to grab the items needed to make us breakfast.
"Thanks dad." He said graciously causing me to look over my shoulder and smile before washing off some grapes for him to snack on as I cooked.
DJ clearly wasn't my biological son. But none of that mattered to me. I remember the first time he called me that after a weekend well spent. I couldn't bring myself to tell him not to. He had already endured entirely too much loss in his young life and I didn't want to contribute to any further sadness.
After having his mother committed after she killed his grandmother I knew I was all the boy had left. His father had never been in the picture and he had no other family. All he had was me. And I would make sure that was enough.
So I basically raised him best I could outside of the spot light. Because I couldn't take the chance of someone finding out about my private affairs or the means which I had his mother committed. Any light of these things would end my career before it even got started.
So a slew of nannies and the help of my family later here we were. Thick as thieves. I actually planned on adopting him one day. Only after I had gathered enough evidence to have his mother committed permanently or incarcerated where she belonged. And not just privately with the urging of a few doctors via my bank account.
