Free Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) by Vivian Ward Page A

“ Hey, sweetie pie.”  
     
    “ Hi, Momma . Who were you talking to?” She had overheard bits and pieces of the conversation.  
     
    “ A friend of mine. His name’s Dale, and he’s going to come over to hang out with us. He wants to meet you!” I proposed enthusiastically, hoping that my daughter would be happy to have a new visitor. Hopefully, she won’t say anything to her grandmother or uncles that I had a white man over here.  
     
    “ Why?”
     
    “ Because I talk about you so much! He’s heard a lot of great things about you.” I explained as I playfully swooped Nevaeh’s nose with my fingertip.  
     
    “ You didn’t tell him any funny stories about me, did you, momma? I don’t like when you do that; everyone laughs at me!”  
     
    “ No, I haven’t told him any of those yet. I figured I’d save the best for last.” I giggled with my daughter. “He’s going to bring us some dinner. Are you in the mood for fried chicken?”  
     
    “ Mm, that sounds good! I don’t know how much I’ll be able to eat, but I’ll try.”
     
    “ That’s all I ever ask. No matter what, mommy always loves you, okay?” I reiterated as I tearfully smiled at my daughter.  
     
    When Nevaeh became sick, she hadn’t had much of an appetite. It didn’t worry me at first since Nevaeh went through bouts where she wouldn’t eat anything to where she’d gobble up everything in sight. But these the last couple of weeks, she’d hardly eaten anything. I hoped her decreased hunger was the reason she was so weak, but my instinct told me that there was more than meets the eye.  
     
    Before Dale arrived, I ran around the house trying to tidy up. My home wasn’t ordinarily messy, but since I’d been taking care of my daughter so much, everything kind of fell by the wayside. Scampering from room to room, I was out of breath by the time I was done. That will have to be good enough, I thought as I looked around the house. I checked on Nevaeh again as I finished up with the housework.  
     
    “ Momma, why are you running all over the place?” she questioned when she noticed me standing in the doorway.  
     
    “ I wasn’t,” I lied, fanning my face in an attempt to cool myself off.  
     
    “ I could hear you. I bet you ran through every room there is.” Nevaeh laughed.  
     
    “ Mommy was picking up before our friend Dale gets here. I’ll come back in a few minutes to check on you.” I promised.  
     
    I made a mad dash to the bathroom, rubbed on some deodorant, smoothed out my hair and began to apply a bit of lipstick. I had just opened my tube of mascara when there was a knock on the front door. “Shit, Dale’s here ,” I whispered. I quickly swiped my long lashes with a coat of black mascara and yelled, “I’m coming!” as I approached the front door.  
     
    Dale was carrying a few bags of food with a variety of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, biscuits, coleslaw and condiments.  
     
    “ Oh my! Dale, you didn’t have to bring all of this!” I marveled as I rifled through the containers, placing everything on the table.  
     
    “ It was no problem. I figured I’d pick up some extras so you can reheat them tomorrow for lunch or dinner,” he smiled at me.  
     
    “ Thanks, Dale, that was very thoughtful of you,” I gloated. “Here, let’s make our plates and I’ll bring Nevaeh out to join us once everything’s ready.”  
     
    “ You lead and I’ll follow.” He replied.
     
    We formed a nice little assembly line as we put food on the dishes. I was in charge of the chicken and Cole slaw while Dale handled the mashed potatoes and gravy and corn. After our drinks had been poured, I went into my bedroom to bring Nevaeh out for dinner but she was fast asleep. I debated waking her up for a moment but decided to let her rest; she could eat later.  
     
    “ Well, I guess it’s you and me,” I announced as I walked back into the kitchen.  
     
    “ How come?