Family

Father's Day Special

Miami, Florida
9:10 P.M.
Father's Day

Today is Father's Day and Farah had something special planned for her husband. Right now she's making all of his favorites for breakfast: toast, waffles, pancakes, pork sausages, cut up strawberries, blueberries and peaches, scrambled eggs, blueberry muffins, and she made french toast for Novah. To drink, Treyton had apple juice, Novah had unsweetened milk, and Farah had tea.

She had some gift bags for him which included things ranging from shoes, clothes and belts down to a new Rolex, earrings and some Versace and Dior cologne. She also had the house decorated in navy blue and gold balloons, all scattered randomly, and a Father's Day poster hanging behind his temporary throne chair in the dining room.

Once Farah set everything up and made sure his gifts were in the correct place, she went to wake up Novah  and Treyton. They had both been up late the night before because Novah had a cold and she didn't want to sleep alone.

Walking upstairs and into the room, she stopped and took a picture. Novah was wrapped up in Treyton's arms, her head on his chest and his chin resting on top of it. Farah was almost hesitant to wake them up.

"Wake up, Peaches. Come on," she said while lightly poking Novah's side. She stirred but didn't wake up fully. She just tried to get closer to Treyton, and that woke him up.

"Why you bothering my baby, girl?"

"Boy get up. And happy Father's Day."

"You still ain't answer my question."

"This why I don't like you. Wake yo' daughter up and let's go. Tired of y'all."

"Yeah right. We don't even care. You'll be okay."

Shaking her head, Farah just told him to hurry up before the food got cold and she walked back downstairs. She started to fix Novah's plate, giving her just french toast, sausage, strawberries and her milk. She'll most likely eat with either Farah or Treyton anyways.

By the time she was finished with everything, Trey and Novah were walking in the kitchen. They had brushed their teeth and washed their faces already.

"You got it looking and smelling good in here, girl! Thank you!"

"You welcome baby. Give me my kisses now!"

When he reached her, he was still holding Novah. Her head was on his shoulder and she was facing the other way until she heard them kiss. She turned around so fast and started pushing at her mother's face.

"BACK UP!"

"Girl! Who you talking to?"

"YOU!"

"He been mine first! I don't care about your attitude!"

"HIM MINE NOW!"

Treyton started laughing hard as hell at that! Farah was just standing there with her mouth wide open and Novah was giving her a mean mug and stank eye.

"You can't have him! He's mine!"

Novah grabbed Treyton face and turned it to face her. She put her forehead on his and he kissed her nose. She then turned and gave Farah a smirk, knowing that she had won.