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He nodded, “Yeah, buddy. When you get older, you’ll see what I mean.”
I was smiling when Daemon cursed, “Shit, they’re burning.”
I had to bring my hand up to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t give myself away and could get away with standing here, watching both my boys, shirtless, manning the stove.
Tell you what, no better sight than when the two of them are smiling at me.
Daemon growled as he turned the burner down, and removed one of the pancakes, “Sorry for the bad word, buddy.”
Crew shrugged, “It's okay, Dae. Mommy used to say that when she ran her toes into things.”
I chuckled then said, “Thanks for telling on me, booger butt. Nice.”
They both looked up, shocked, and then I got glares from the two of them, “Mommy, you’re not supposed to be up yet.”
I mockingly threw my hands up in surrender, and asked, “What do you mean?”
“We were making you breakfast in bed, so sweetheart, do me a favor, go take your butt back to bed.”
So I did.
And it was the sweetest sight I had ever seen as both my boys came into the bedroom with a plate of slightly burnt pancakes, syrup, and a glass of orange juice.
***
It was Monday. Three weeks later, I had just dropped Crew off at the daycare and was walking to my first class of the day while texting Daemon as he dressed for practice today. He didn’t have a class until noon.
As soon as I sat down in my seat the teacher’s aide stepped to the podium and said, “Thank you all for showing up, if you will please write your name down on the sheet of paper, you will receive a one hundred for the test that would’ve taken place today. The professor’s plane got delayed. So, there will be no class today, he will see you all bright and early Wednesday morning.”
With that said, I grinned and then headed to the daycare to see if I could spend a few minutes with my boy.
I knew Daemon was at practice, so I didn’t bother letting him know.
What I didn’t know was that a few students in my class also had the same idea.
As I walked to the back of the daycare center where I saw the kids were playing since the weather was nice, I overheard Crew and a group of boys.
And at Crew’s next statement, I couldn’t wait to see Marcus’s face the first time he heard Crew refer to him as his uncle.
I knew why he did too. Not only did he really love Marcus, but Marcus came with Daemon. And I knew my boy.
I knew that if Daemon and I really went the distance, then Crew would want to call him dad. I also had a feeling that even if we didn’t, Crew would always see Daemon as his dad.
One boy asked him, “But he’s black. How can he be your uncle? You’re white.”
I watched as my boy just shrugged, “Blood doesn’t make family.”
“But it does,” the other boy said.
Crew nodded, then said, “Okay, then answer me this. If you’re adopted, and you call the woman that adopted you, Mom. Does that make her your mother?”
The boys nodded.
I watched my boy stare at them as if they were stupid, and I had to bring my hand to my mouth to stop from laughing.
“Your son is smart as a whip,” One of the dads said to me as he passed the group of boys.
I recognized him from my class today. And I remembered him from a week or so ago as he, too, picked his son up, and instead of listening to what his son was saying, he had his eyes on my ass. Daemon had seen it and hadn’t liked it one bit.
