Simon took a quick glance at her cleavage in all its glory the moment she mentioned her nipples. He remembered the indent Jr. left and how she recoiled away in pain when he brushed his fingers against them to check. He was also half distracted the moment she lifted her shirt over those bulbous breasts. Now, he had to do something.
Reaching over, he tugged the slip of her dress open a bit and tried to check for a ridiculous gash. His hand retracted quickly before she had a chance to shoo him away. He turned his blue eyes towards the rear-view mirror momentarily at Jr., “Hey, you. Don’t bite the tit that feeds you. Come on now, they’re sensitive.” He said with a blissful grin.
Cherish glanced back at Jr. to see the pudgy little boy smile at his father. He didn’t have a clue in the world what he said and simply reacted to his voice. Simon grew serious as he cast her a look. They were in the last part of town before they’d reach the residential area they resided in, “Maybe we should get you a pump. That will let you heal a bit. What do you think?” He asked honestly.
Cherish rubbed her hands together all before she looked to his profile. She loved the way the dark stubble rested beneath his glasses. Clearing her throat, she turned in her seat and pondered, “A pump. I think that would help.” She answered. Reaching downwards, she picked up her purse and proceeded to look through her bills money, “Cell phone. Water. Electricity. Hm, I think if I pull a little out of my savings, I’d be able to buy a pump. Would you mind taking me to Target then, Simon?” She asked knowing better than to mention Wal-Mart.
Simon slid her a knowing look. When he heard her list off how she might have been able to afford a pump. She knew that he’d buy the damn pump for her. Anything for her and his boy.
Cherish awkwardly reached up to play with the silver studs in her ears, “I’m also getting a little hungry.” She said rolling her eyes away.
Simon nodded while turning the car into the lot. So, this was going to be a day where he paid for everything and she wouldn’t say a word. That suited him just fine. If this was the loophole she needed to use and let him pay for her, then so be it. He would do anything to bring back the spark of a potential date they shared a few weeks prior. “Oh? Where are we eating? Chic-fil-a again? Or did you want to go to your favorite barbecue place right over there?” He asked pointing.
Cherish didn’t answer him because she knew, he knew that’s where she wanted to go. She cut a glance over in his direction as he pulled into a spot not far from the smokehouse. Once he shut the car off, she had her chance to fake innocence, “Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would have EASILY gone to Chic-fil-a, dear.” She stated.
Simon rolled his eyes as he shook his head and exited the car, “Uh huh. Sure, you would have.” He said sarcastically.
Rolling her lips in, Cherish was quick to click the seat belt off and rush towards the back for the kids. She reached out for Jasmine and picked her sleepy body up. She kissed against her forehead and cheeks amorously, “Guess who is going to have good food today my babies.” She asked rhetorically.
Grabbing for Jr. this time, he knew Cherish tended to linger on the cheaper end of the menu. Which would tick her off each time because he’d splurge on himself and she’d eat her meal with a slight hint of bitter resentment. “Are you going to try the ribs this time? Or are you going to stick to the chicken?” He asked as though he already knew the answer.
Cherish leaned over to kiss Jr.’s cheeks once they were together. She bumped Jasmine on her bottom sleeping on her shoulder. From the outside, they looked like a little, happy family as they approached the doors. More so than their first outing together. Cherish pursed her lips together, “Water and chicken. That’s how I roll.” She bantered. “But, you’re right. Maybe I’ll splurge and get tea or perhaps a lemonade.” She joked.
Once inside, Cherish and Simon sat across from each other with Jr. in a high chair at the end of the table. The waitress pulled out her booklet and pen with a manufactured smile. Simon ordered a citrus soda before he glanced at Cherish. Holding onto Jasmine, she read over the menu from afar. They wanted two ninety-nine for a drink and, to her, that wasn’t worth it, “Uh, yes I would like a wat—”
“—Can you add a lemonade to that? Thank you.” He quickly interjected.
As the waitress walked away, Cherish leaned over with her hand securely on Jasmine's head, “What are you doing?” She hissed at him.
Simon was tuned into Jr. because, for the time being, he was well behaved. But once he smelled and saw food, the fussing would begin. Simon flicked his blue hues over the rim of his glasses and sighed, “It’s three dollars, Cherish. I’m buying.” He said with a softened smile.
Huffing out, she accepted his generosity before leaning back against the booth. She began to rock from side to side with Jasmine and embraced the moment with her. They were rare. She was such a daddy’s girl it hurt. Though Jr., at the sight of his mommy with the other tumbleweed stared at them. He inhaled a deep breath and slammed his hands against the table with a grunt. Cherish grinned from ear to ear before she
