"Latch"

First Day

I got up early the next morning to do my hygiene. Luckily, it wasn't a job that I had to dress professional, so I just put on some dark denim skinny jeans, a white fitted v-neck tee, my silver Dr. Martens, with some silver hoop earrings. I left my hair in the messy bun that it was already in, and started to pack a little travel bag in case I needed to move around more comfortably, in which my tight jeans wouldn't allow me to. "My kit", that I referred it as, consisted of yoga pants, a spaghetti strap tank top, Nike air max, an extra pair of panties, pads &tampons, lotion, deodorant, my Victoria's Secret Heartbreaker spray, and the latest issue of US Weekly.

Shawn woke up and looked over at me, as I zipped my bag up. "You bout to leave? ", he asked.

"In a few.", I replied back while putting on my black leather jacket.

I walked over to the mirror hanging on my closet door to check myself once more.

"What's wit da bag? You act like you movin' in the old folks home.", he said.

"Oh hush! You know I always like to be prepared for anything and keep 'my kit' in my trunk.", I said. I walked over to his side of the bed and bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you later.", I said as I started walking away.

"Have a good first day. Love you!", he shouted behind me.

"Thanks. Love you too! ", I said before exiting my bedroom.

I grabbed my keys off the coffee table and headed out the door.

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I could tell August had just woke up because his eyes were still a little puffy and he kept stretching. Even with his "I woke up like this" face, I still found him very attractive. Hell, I wouldn't have minded to wake up to his face in the morning.

I shook my head at the thought as I stood on the opposite side of where he sat at his island counter.

"Could you pass me a bottle of water out da fridge please.", he said.

I turned around to the fridge to get the water as he had directed, and walked back over to the counter to give it to him. I watched him as he shook two capsules from a medicine bottle into his hand.

"Painkillers? ", I asked.

"Nah. These are muscle relaxers.", he said and then popped the pills into his mouth.

"Oh okay.", I said. I got quiet for a moment because I was unsure of what I was supposed to do next. I had never taken care of an injured person, whether it was serious or minor. So I just thought I'd act on how I take care of myself at home without any injuries.

"You wanna put some food in your system with that medicine?", I asked.

"Yeah. I should, right? ", he said.

"Yup! ", I nodded. "I'm a pretty decent cook. I can whip you up somethin' real quick."

I went back into the refridgerator, opening both freezer and the fridge doors to see what was in it that I could simply make.

'Houston, we have a problem!', I thought to myself while still scanning the shelves. This nigga told me it was food here. All that was in the fridge was leftover takeout, a full 6 pack of Heinekin beer, gatorade, and a very few other items.

However, there were eggs, and I spotted some sausage links in the freezer. I figured I could make a simple omelet w/ cheese and sausage on the side.

I made that food in 1,2,3 and set August's plate in front of him with a glass of gatorade since that was the only beverage besides water and beer.

I sat at the counter with my plate, leaving a chair space between us and prayed over my food before eating.