Sugar Baby

thirty-five

Yall been reallll quiet lately 👀 This is a long chapter so get yourself together🙂‍↕️😌

꧁*｡Angela *｡ﾟ꧂

"Excuse me, do you know what aisle the chocolate chips are?"

"Yes, it's on aisle 8."

"Thank you so much."

I take my cart and start walking through the grocery store toward aisle 8. Baking has always helped clear my mind but lately it's just not enough.

After that phone call I had with Omerettá yesterday, I couldn't focus on anything. I tried making cookies to ease my mind but they burned because I was too busy looking at all our pictures together.

And it doesn't make things any better that almost every single thing reminds me of her...

I finally reach aisle 8 and stop dead in my tracks after seeing Omerettá on the opposite end of the aisle. Thankfully, she didn't see me and was leaning on a cart looking into her phone.

Okay Angela, this is happening for a reason. This is your time to make things right...

Taking a deep breath, I move closer but stop less than midway after another woman comes up to her, smiling and placing a few items in her cart. It has to be her biological mom...

She was undeniably gorgeous but a few years younger than I imagined. Hmph, Omerettá doesn't look anything like her...

"Sooo, I think that's everything for the cupcakes."

"What flavor are we making again?"

"They're German chocolate cupcakes, hopefully you will like them."

German chocolate? She doesn't even like coconut for God's sakes... she hates the tex-

"Sorry, I don't really like coconut...the texture just isn't it for me."

"Okay, that's fine, we can always find something else. Your dad probably doesn't need them anyways because he eats so many, knowing he will be praying in the bathroom later."

Omerettà giggles and I see her mom say something else, making them both laugh even more.

I continue staring at them with a heavy weight in my chest. It's like I'm watching my place in her life being given away right before my eyes...

Her mom's eyes suddenly meet with mine but I quickly turn away, rushing out the store and leaving the groceries with tears in my eyes.

꧁*｡Omerettá *｡ﾟ꧂

"Are you nervous?"

"Just a little, but it's going to be okay."

I place the eyelash on her left eye and apply mascara, helping her get ready for her interview. We had spent most of the day shopping and at the nail shop, getting to know each other. I hate to admit it but she was actually way better than I expected.

She told me about her daily life as an attorney and why she wanted to wanted to run for congress. I could tell she was really passionate about her job and wanting to help her community.

"Okay, I think I'm done, what do you think?"

Keri opens her eyes and looks in the mirror shocked. "My Goodness...this is so beautiful. How did you learn to do makeup so well?"