"Guess who," I say sliding my hands over his eyes like a child. "Must be my baby because I'm not here for anyone else," he says with a smile on his face and he places his hands over mine removing them. "How'd you know," I say feigning disappointment as he releases my hands and stands to hug me and surprisingly kiss me. "Just a wild guess," he says as he holds my hand while I slide into my seat. "Did you wait here long for me," I ask as he slides back into his seat. "No, I got here about five minutes ago," he says holding my hand looking at me tenderly. "Oh ok," I say and bite my lip because my hormones are definitely raging wild because he's looking at me like that. "Do you know what you want to eat today," he says with that velvet voice and I nearly combust in my seat. Good grief it's too early in the day for me to be feeling like this,

With a last wave he walks to his own car and I pull off and head home. Today is definitely going to be long even though we've been together twice within twenty four hours I haven't had my fill of Mekhi. He makes me feel wanted and secure which only makes me even more attracted to him than I already am. I can't believe he kissed me in front of the diner like that though, I guess that means that he is serious about me being his. As I'm thinking about him being mine a warmth spread through me that I've felt the last few times we've been together. When I pull into the driveway at home I see that my parents are back and I try desperately to think of something other than Mekhi before I go into the house.   "Heeeyyyy," I yell out as I walk in the door.   "We're in here," Mom calls from the kitchen and I head in that direction.   "Hey daddy and mom," I say as I walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the table.  

"Hey," Mekhi says walking toward me as I stretch out my hand for his to lead him to a seat next to me at the table. "You're sitting next to me," I say showing him to his seat as he pulls out my chair and oblige by taking my seat and wait for him take his. "Let's say grace," my father says looking around the table and we all grab hands and bow our heads as my father bless the food and thanks the hands that prepared it. "Amen," we all say around the table when he finishes his blessing. "What would you like to eat," Mekhi asks grabbing my plate. As I glance around the table seeing the look of shock and surprise in almost every pair of eyes with the exception of my mother's. "It's okay, you're the guest I'll make your plate," I say blushing with appreciation and embarrassment because I've never been with someone who puts my needs ahead of their own. "Okay," he sa

We sit like that for a little while making small talk. He tells me about his day of practices and workouts preparing for the upcoming game. I can only talk about cleaning and helping to cook the food. He tells me more about what he plans to do with his degree and I listen believing in his vision of building a company and brand that he could be proud of. I tell him about wanting to be that one teacher that made a positive impact on her students. Looking to give my love and compassion to those who want and need it. He listens intently and nods his head in agreement. We talk for a little while longer until I find myself unable to hold back from yawning any longer. "Alright baby, I'm getting ready to head out," he says moving to stand. "Now you're ready to leave when I yawn but not when you're tired," I say a little pouty. "Of course, I'm used to late nights and early mornings but you need your rest," he says sincerely.

Beep Beeeeep Beeeeeeep My alarm went off and I quickly hit the snooze button and sleep for twenty minutes more. I am still tired when I wake up, but I begin my routine all the same. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I check the weather and pick an outfit to go with the impending spring weather. I style my hair into a half up half down style and get dressed completing my outfit with accessories and light make up. I grab my phone, wallet, and school bag and head down to the kitchen for a light breakfast since there's so much food leftover I'll come home in between classes for lunch. I put my wallet into my bag and drop it onto an empty chair at the table and put on the kettle so that I can have oatmeal and a cup of tea. "Good morning Na-na," Mom says sweeping into the kitchen with an air of someone who is running late searching for a mug. "Good morning Ma. Running late,"