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Chapter THIRTY - Blue Ballin'

Chapter THIRTY

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Andre

"Amani, what do you want to cook baby?" I asked as I held the refrigerator doors opened and peered inside of them, looking for something to cook for breakfast. I didn't do much of the cooking in this house, so I wasn't a big fan of doing so. Aliyah cooks breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I decided to do her a favor today, with the help of Amani of course. Today is about Aliyah, so we are going to do what we can to make it worth it. We both love her to death and this day is dedicated to her.

She pushed at my legs so that I could move out of the way, and I reluctantly moved for her. Amani was very spoiled and bossy, and it was all my fault. Just because she was my daughter I felt obligated to give her the world and more. I would walk to the end of the earth for my daughter and my wife. Amani took my place and stood in the same position as I had done as, she thought about something to cook. I chuckled to myself and shook my head while looking at her with a determined look on her face. Amani was truly something else, but you had to love her though. At the age of 4, she acted at least 15 years old.

"Well, daddy, mommy likes waffles and eggs. We can make that with bacon and 'duice. Mommy likes owange 'duice." she grinned as she pointed to all of the different items in the fridge that she couldn't reach. I gave her a funny look because I didn't exactly know how to cook waffles from scratch like she liked them. It was simple, but I didn't even want to get into that right now. I pulled out the box of Eggo toaster waffles and sat them on the counter before pulling out everything else that Amani had requested for me too.

"Daddy, mommy not like those kind of waffles." Amani shook her head as she was pointing at the box of waffles on the counter. I sighed and put them back into the fridge. I rolled my eyes dramatically and pulled out the things to attempt them from scratch this time. Amani was just like her mother, bossy. Living with a woman and a mini woman is a tough job, but they both are my babies and they were worth it. Being the only male in the pulled a lot of money out of me. I need me a son sometime soon to have my back, because they always team up on me.

I allowed Amani to lay the bacon out in a pan after I'd washed it out. Once she was done, we placed it into the oven and started on these waffles. I cracked the eggs, poured the milk, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and oil into a mixing bowl. I let Amani mix all of it together in a bowl and plugged up the waffle maker so that it could get hot. After we'd flipped the bacon, I put the waffles mix inside and started on the eggs next. I cooked with the instructions from a 4 year old.

It didn't take much long for us to finish cooking the special breakfast and have it onto a serving tray. We'd eaten all we wanted and we were due to serve her now. The platter was on a silver tray with a red rose, a card, and a glass of orange juice, with silverware. We made our way up the stairs and into the room. Aliyah was still knocked out in the bed, at 10 in the morning. I shook my head and got ready to wake her, but Amani beat me to it.

Amani jumped onto the bed eagerly as I held the tray in my hands. She climbed through all of the covers and made it up into Aliyah's face. She pulled the cover back off of her and she shook her shoulders. "Mommy, wake up." she said as she continued to shake Aliyah's shoulders. Aliyah wiped her eyes and looked around at us. She stirred in her sleep and finally sat up in the bed. She gave us a confused look.

I gave Amani the look and on the count of three we both spoke in unison. "Happy Mother's day." We said cheerfully as I held the tray with the biggest smile I could muster up. She placed her hands over her mouth in a shocked expression and shook her head from side to side. She was surprised, but that was the look I was going for.