alrighty guys.. u have got to review this story.. gosh plzzz i'm begging!!! i'm starting to feel like this story is nothing. :( but all the peeps that did review thank you from the bottom of my heart. okay.. this chapter is sorta talking about Yalinda.. well her ways anyways.. hehe. and what she says to her mom about Al is what was told to one of my friends about me.. hehe. i thought it was cute. so plzzz review and let me know what you think.. plz plz
Chapter seven: Feeding an Army
I walked through the door of my house after work and was struck by the quietness. At least that I had the house to myself. Yet, I was seriously thinking about getting an animal for company. Maybe a cat or a dog.
I pulled off my boots at the door, sat them beside the wall and started taking off all my equipment on the counter. I yawned for some reason, I know that I wasn't that tired. I went to the fridge, opened it and kinda frowned because I needed to buy some groceries.
I shut it without picking out anything and went to the cabinet to search through the remainer things that Tom left to snack on. I pulled out pack of Ritz crackers and started munching on a couple.
I swore under my breath. I didn't want it. They started tasting like cardboard.
I threw the damn things back in the cabinet with a bang. Hell with it! I'm going to buy some food!
I went upstairs to change into a pair of white sweats, an old police shirt, and flip-flops. I didn't really care how I looked. I wasn't going to any Beauty Pagent, just a grocery store. I grabbed my keys, went out the door and got into my car.
Thirty minutes later, I was still walking down the aisles of the grocery store. My buggy was filled to the top and I really couldn't think of anything else to get. I sighed with relief and went to check out.
There was only two lanes opened so I picked the shortest one but it seemed like the longest line was going faster than the one I was in.
I cringed when a kids scream came behind me. I glanced back. A tanned pregnant woman was holding a little girl by the hand with her buggy filled to the top also. I noticed the kid grabbing a piece of candy but her mother took it away from her, talking low in a scolding voice. I watched the little girl's face scrunched up and big alligator tears started to form. I turned back around.
Thank god, I don't have kids or they'll get everything that they want, I thought frowning.
"Looks like you are feeding an army too." The woman that was behind me said, laughing softly.
I turned around and smiled at her. She had her dark long hair pulled back with a pony tail with a few bangs and I could see a few scars on the side her face. She was a beautiful woman even though she had them. I looked down at the little girl who was behaving at the moment, giving me a big grin showing two rows of white teeth.
So cute! I smiled back at her and looked back up to her mother.
"No ma'am. It's all for me." I told her.
"Oh lord! I love your accent." She commented.
I felt a big urge to just roll my eyes because I have heard that line so many damn times. I should be very proud of myself. I didn't.
"Thanks."
"So, you must be the new officer. Word gets around very fast." The line moved a little closer, so I started to load my groceries in front of the cashier.
"Yes, ma'am. I have a partner only this week and then I guess I'll be by myself after that."
"We know Ben Phillips. Crazy guy, that one. Well that's terrific that you will be by yourself. What shift do you have?" She asked pulling her daughter away from the candy again. I frowned at her question. She seemed harmless enough, I guess.
"I'm working morning shift this week. Not really sure after that." The cashier gave me my total. I swiped my credit card and made sure all of my bags were placed into a buggy afterward.
"Oh okay. Well, my name is Emily Uley and this is Yalinda." She touched the top of the little girls dark head. She was adorable in her little light blue sundress with small pockets in the front , that brought out her glowing tan and white sandles. I seen her little toe nails peeking out and they were the same color as the dress. Too cute!! Her hair was very amazing. It was black and silky looking. Made me a little jealous, I thought.
"Nice to meet you. Hello,Yalinda." I bent down a little to talk to the little girl. Her cheeks turned a little pink and hid her face. She pulled back from her mom's legs and whispered softly.
"Mama, she's little even when she's big." Emily laughed a little and I joined in.
The cashier rung up Emily's groceries and started putting the bags in another buggy for her. Emily turned her back to Yalinda for a few to pay the lady with cash and I turned back to the little girl. I caught her redhanded taking a single jolly rancher off of the candy rack and putting it in her pocket. I smirked.
I know that I'm a cop but damn it, I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. It was just one single piece of candy. Wouldn't hurt anything. Yalinda looked up quicky catching me watching her. Her face turned to a bright red and took the candy out of her little pocket and put it back.
"Do you need help with your groceries?" I asked Emily as we wheeled our buggies toward the exit and outside. It was starting to cloud up once again. Damn weather!
"Oh no. Thanks for asking. My husband Sam is just next door at the ice cream pallor. See? There he is now." She pointed toward the small building and sure to her word, a big tanned tall guy walked out with two little boys with shaggy hair holding ice cream cones in their hands , talking none stop to their father. Oh my god! Yes, she did have an army to feed.
I think my mouth was hanging open until Emily started laughing at me. "Yes, we have a big family. Two more on the way. I'm only four months along and this big." She rubbed her belly.
"Wow!" Was all I could get out of my mouth.
"Yeah, I know. Well, I know you're probably in a hurry. I'm pretty sure I'll see you again. Be safe!" She told me with a twinkle in her eye walking toward her husband and the kids.
I nodded and went back to my car. Damn it! I don't think my car is going to hold all of this food. I started piling bags in my back seat. Yes, I think I should be feeding a damn army with all of this food.. but unfortunatly I'm not. Not for a long time!
