"Mommmmyyyyyyy!!!!!" A little girl about 3 feet tall toddled into my bedroom.
"Hey sweetie!" I said, sweeping Jazzy up into my arms.
"Mommy, where we goin?"
I thought back towards a couple days ago when I had had that phone with Denise Mclean.
"Baby, we are going to go down to Florida with Auntie Katie for a few days. Then we’re gonna go on the road with your..." I paused. I don’t if I want to say it. Should I say it?
Oh, Lord... "Honey, we are going to go see your Daddy..."
Jasmine’s eyes lit up. "Really, Mommy?!" She queried.
I sighed, and knelt down to her level. "Yeah sweetie, really." I got up, and tossed the last of my few things into my suitcase. "C’mon sweetie, let’s get you packed..." I picked up my little girl’s chubby hand, and we walked down the hall, Jazzy skipping all the way.
"Gabbie!! Gabbie!!! GABRIELLA!!!!!"
"Jazzy, baby, go take out your backpack, okay? Put your toys in it..."
"Otay, Mommy!"
Jazzy skipped into her room, and I watched as she opened her closet and pulled out a dark blue jean drawstring backpack, that I had bought with my first paycheck. I smiled, and walked down the hall, to find yet again, Katie.
"Yo, finally, Gabbie!!! Wassup, sis? Gimme a hand... oh, did Denise call yet??"
I giggled. "Now THAT’S what I call a mouthful..." I commented, rolling my eyes and picking up her two bags. Just then, the phone rang.
"Ha! I’ll get it!!!" Katie yelled, running and picked up the cordless.
"Yeah, Miss-I’m-the-official-phone-picker-upper..."I called behind her.
"Damn straight, Gabbie... Yo! You have reached the house of Hargrove! How may I direct your call??"
"Hi, is Gabriella there?"
Katie turned towards me. "Gabbie, ya there?!”"
I rolled my eyes. "Gimme that!" I snatched the cordless. "Hey, this is Gabriella..."
"Hi, Gabriella! It’s Denise!"
"Hey Denise..."
"MOMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYY!!!"
Oh, Lord. Jazzy had to choose this moment to scream something at the top of her lungs...
Denise chuckled. "Is that the little one?" She asked.
"Yeah..." Katie winked at me, and jogged down the hall towards Jazzy’s room.
"She sounds adorable... anyways, we’re expecting your flight to get here around 3, 3:30 at the latest, okay? I’ll be there to pick you up, and we’ll meet the guys over at my house. That sound good?"