Parental Paragraphs - Jey Uso
Child is sick and wants Daddy
It’s been two days since I had been to the doctor with Simba, three since he had started feeling bad and two more until Jey came home. Jey had to leave the night Simba woke up with a fever so I didn’t have much help at all. Wanting to spare Milo sleepless nights I had sent him to his Nana’s house until Simba was better.
“Its chicken noodle, your favorite.” I said putting the tray over his lap.
He had moved into his Daddy’s man cave, camping out on the large sofa. I propped the pillows up behind him so he could sit up.
“Not hungry, mama.”
“I know, baby but you have to. You didn’t eat breakfast or lunch.”
Simba pouted, giving me a puppy dog face. Seeing him so sad and helpless broke my heart. It overshadowed all the other behavioral problems he was having.
Simba shook his head, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
I sighed, ruffling his hair.
“Want to talk to Daddy?” I asked already sending him a text about FaceTime. Instead of responding via text, he went ahead and did what I asked.
Jey was lying his head on a pillow, an arm placed behind his head. Jimmy and Roman were in the background having a conversation.
“Y'all alright, beautiful?”
“Simba isn’t feeling any better. He won’t eat,” I explained.
Jey gave a sad smile, his eyes moving away from the phone briefly. “Has he eaten at all today?”
“No. He tried breakfast but he didn’t have an appetite.”
“Lemme talk to him for a second.”
Simba held my phone in two hands, taking it after I moved the tray.
“What’s up, man. How you feeling,” Jey asked. Simba shrugged his shoulders, pushing his lips out. “You think you might feel a little better if you ate, Simba?”
“You comin’ home, Daddy? Miss you.”
Jey laughed repeating his youngest son. “I’ll be home Thursday, man. The food though, Simba,” he asked, “You should eat something. Might make you feel better.”
“I not hungry. I don’t wan soup,” he whined helplessly.
“What about if Mommy gave you some of my ice cream and powerade? You think you could eat that, buddy?”
Simba shrugged a hint of a smile on his lips.
Leaning into Simba’s line of sight, I kissed his forehead finding that it was still very warm then took the phone from him. After telling my baby boy that I would be back, I went to the kitchen to exchange the soup for ice cream and Powerade.
“You just have all the answers, huh,” I sassed propping the phone up on the counter.
“Daddy knows best,” he said coolly. “So what do I get when I get home for doing what you couldn’t?”
Laughing, I shook my head at him. Always tit for tat with this man.
“A hyper and happy three year old along with an excited thirteen year old.”