𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

Capitulo 8

"Sorry" She muttered.

I quickly finished setting up Jayce's tea party set on a picnic blanket on our living room floor. We don't get much time to bond together, so every Sunday aside from a trip to church. We spend the entire day doing whatever Jay wants. Today's choice is full fledge tea party. Complete with proper attire, food, and etiquette.

Today's menu consisted of tiny grilled cheese sandwiches, tea cookies, mini cupcakes and carrot sticks since she is only four. We are also drinking iced tea instead of hot. There's no way I'd trust a toddler with a teapot full of a boiling water.

"We should watch a movie!" Jay announced clapping her hands together.

"At a tea party?" I questioned.  

"Fineee, after the tea party." She sat down on one of the pillows I laid out.

Maybe we should've watched a movie. I don't know the last time you tried to carry a stimulating conversation with a four year old but it's nearly impossible. Jayce sat still for all of twenty minutes before she got up and decided to cart wheel across the living room. She's lucky we don't have a lot of furniture.

After she got tired of those she asked me
to turn a on a movie, which I obliged. After singing and dancing along to every song in The Princess and the Frog, twice. She made me play the movie two times through. She was finally worn out enough to go to bed.

Honestly I was too. I remembered I was supposed to go meet Beckham. I grabbed my phone checking to see if he responded to my text.

Bend It Like Beckham:
Looking forward to it, gorgeous😏

Yes, that's his contact name. I find it to be ironic, especially since soccer is basically Washington's official pastime. Everyone plays the game at some point in there life, almost as if it's a requirement of being a resident. Which only makes the name all the more fitting.

Lennox:
I'll see you in 30.

I glanced at Jayce who was fast asleep in my bed, she begged to sleep in my room. Partially because of my king size mattress, but also that's a thing with young kids. I would sleep in my mother's bed frequently, as a child. Even when she wasn't in it. I can't tell you why there was no real reason. It's just something I did.

I smiled softly staring at Jayce-Lynn sleep. I'm happy that her childhood bears some semblance of normalcy. I could hear the front door open, and I didn't even need to leave my room. I knew it was Ms. April, we have a bit of a routine in case you haven't noticed. I thought it was fitting that she have a key to my place.  

I finished getting ready, if you could even call it that. I'm dressed beyond casually, I literally plan on going to sleep after I leave Beckham's so my attire is matched accordingly.

I inspect my wig one last time in the mirror. Today was a wash day, and therefore a wig day. Trying to wash and style my hair all in the same day is too much. Braid it down, throw on a wig and give your hair an extended deep conditioning treatment.

It looks good enough. I honestly doubt Beckham will notice. I grabbed my bag and my keys, heading out towards the living room. I found Ms. April on the couch with a bag of potato chips and a glass of white wine.

Wait a minute... That's definitely my wine. "Ms. April is that my bottle of Sauvignon Blanc?"

"Child, I don't know what it is. It's good though, you should get some more of this." She responded pouring more into the glass.

Oh she's lucky she's family. My house functions on a strict BYOB policy, few exceptions apply. I'll make an exception for Ms. April as well but only because she didn't grab one of the more expensive bottles.