Still

15.

Chapter Fifteen

"Bitch, last night was wild," Lauryn said as she began pulling out the necessary pots and pans from Jourdan's cabinets. Morning had come and she was starving. She knew that if she was starving, everyone else would be, too. Lauryn was in her mama mode and she knew she needed to start cooking to get rid of some hangovers.

Maia downed the orange juice along with the Tylenol. Her head was pounding and she felt it was a mistake that she was even awake right now. She'd slipped out of Jourdan's bed while he snored and rolled back over. "As hell," she mumbled.

Lauryn caught her actions and knew that Maia was being walked down by her hangover. It always happened to her, but she always took it like a champ. "You remember everything that happened?"

Thinking for a moment before grabbing the ingredients for her famous french toast bake, Maia nodded her head. "Yeah. I'll check the blogs later, I'm sure they're having a blast." Two arguments in one night wasn't how she'd pictured her night. Truthfully, nothing that had gone on that night was what she expected.

"Good," Lauryn said as she sat out all of the ingredients. When it came to gatherings, she always cooked breakfast for the boys, mainly. Maia would always help out, because they enjoyed her french toast bake and pancakes, but if she didn't feel like cooking, it was more so expected from Laur. "Did Jourdan apologize?"

Mai chuckled. "Yeah," she said whilst mixing all of her ingredients into the large glass bowl. "You didn't have to make him apologize."

"He said you were barking like a bitch," Lauryn chastised. "Drunk or not, that shit was not okay."

Deciding not to argue with her, Mai sat her ingredients to the side and went to the next step. The two were working around the kitchen together to the sounds of Anita Baker when the men slowly began pouring in.

"Good morning, baby," Christopher greeted, kissing Lauryn on the temple. "Morning, Mai."

Maia looked up from what she was doing with a smile. "Good morning!"

"Smells good, what y'all cooking?" He asked, taking a seat at the island.

"I hope Mai's making that damn french toast," Malik said as he entered the kitchen. He searched to find anything that resembled what he was looking for. When he found the bread soaking in the pan, he let out a dramatic sigh of relief.

"I am," she said proudly. "Where's Bri?"

Malik let out a yawn and opened the fridge to look for water. "Doing some work. She got a call that she needed to handle."

"Poor thing," Maia mumbled. She couldn't fathom coming off a drunken night and having to deal with someone else's problems.

Lik tilted his head in her direction. He could tell that she was wearing Jourdan's shirt. "Where's my bro, A'Maia?"

Hearing her government name being called, Maia frowned in his direction. "He's upstairs."

Lauryn chuckled, knowing that he was trying to suspect her of harming him. "Maia was not in no shape to take that man on last night," she spoke up.

"You saw how fast she came down those stairs for him?" Malik let out a deep laugh. "I thought my mans was a goner."

"He should've been!" Mai replied. "Telling me I'm barkin' like a bitch. I'm actually still mad!"

"Pipe down," Jourdan spoke, emerging into the kitchen, shirtless like all of the other men. "What's up y'all?" He made his way through the kitchen, eyeing all of the work that Maia and Lauryn had done so far. Whenever they came over, he made sure that the kitchen was stocked with whatever they would have needed.