Chapter 8

My thundering snore echoed around me as the sweet melody of "Pink's Try" harshly pulled me from my first peaceful sleep in years. Stretching my hand, I picked up the phone from the side table and answered without opening my eyes.

"Who is this?"

"Um... it's Sam... Samuel. Good morning to you too."

Nigga, what? Sam the catfish? The nerve on this guy. Who wakes another human being up this early? Sa fucking muel. That is who.

How dare he wake me up from such a peaceful sleep before 6 am? What could be so important that he can't wait for dawn?

The fuck does he want so early in the morning?

"What are you? The Grinch that stole Christmas? I see you hate sleeping people, huh? Waking me up this early. What do you want that can't possibly wait?"

"Wow, chill the fuck up, grumpy grouch. Remind me to never call you before 10 am. Because someone hates morning calls."

"Boy… what do you want? My snore is hanging in the air and I need to get back to it so quick with it. I ain't got all morning before Sam wakes up and takes over my day. You better have a damn good reason for this sleep ending abomination act."

"Alright. I am deeply sorry for the rude awakening. I can imagine how hard it is taking care of her and getting a good sleep must be a battle."

Gosh. His voice makes it impossible for me to remain angry at him. Hell, I can't help the smile that is slowly creeping up on my face.

I forced one eye open to check the time and discover it is a few minutes past 8 am. I can't remember when last I slept this long into the morning. Even my baby is up and did not wake me. She is just playing with her toys and having conversations with whatever she was talking to. I usually wake up at midnight to feed her and remain awake until the early hours of the morning when I kick start momaging duties like doing chores, singing for her, changing diapers, and feeding her all day like her damn servant. Well, she is my princess, and I am happy to serve with bags under my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I think I overslept. By the way, what tidings do you bring on this joyful morning?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask if we could see earlier than scheduled, let us say around... 2 pm? It is Friday, so I am leaving work early."

What is the deal with this guy? Why is he in so much haste? Are catfishes not supposed to be making excuses as not to meet?

"Look who the eager one is now."

That was my weak attempt at humour, but my voice came out squeaky.

"Patience is not one of my impeccably strong suits, so what do you say? Please, let's make it work."

And just like that, my nerves gyrated.