𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 || 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲

Chapter 69 - Soul Food Sundays

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Sadé's POV:

— Sunday, November 13th, 3:39PM

It was late afternoon, and I had just gotten off of FaceTime with Alabama. She apparently has met her a new lil' boo. He was some rapper from New York named DD Osoma. I didn't know who he was because I'm not too granular with the whole hiphop world despite me dating Marshall. I listen to hiphop and rap (often, but not daily), but I didn't ever care to do a deep dive into the community. Regardless, I was happy for her because it seemed like she was really feeling him!

I had ordered some groceries to be delivered to the house earlier today so that I can cook Marshall some soul food that he has apparently been dying for. I already had all the seasonings I needed here, which is my little mark that I left in his kitchen, because when I first I met him & visited I swear he only had about 8, which included salt and pepper... It was truly giving flavorless, but I fixed that real fast! I went to the kitchen to gather all the ingredients and items that I would need to prepare my home cooked meal. I lit a candle, turning on some light music to get in my cooking zone, before getting started; I really do just like to cook in tranquility, where I'm able to put all my love into my food and relax. Marshall was somewhere about in the house, but I wasn't too worried about him right now.

I was planning to make pot roast with white rice, baked mac n cheese, collard green, candied sweet potatoes, and corn bread: A classic Soul Food meal. The pot roast made it more comforting, considering the cold weather. I seasoned the roast, putting it in the crock pot immediately since it would take the longest of the dishes to cook, about 3 to 4 hours. I chopped up carrots, baby potatoes, and bell peppers to add to it. I also chopped up the sweet potatoes and anything else that was necessary, setting it to the side. I then rinsed off the collard greens, boiling them in a pot of water mixed with chicken broth since those would take approximately 2 hours. I added a few seasonings, but not too much since the flavor would mainly be coming from the pieces of ham hock that I would be adding & the chicken broth that it would be simmering in. I was lost in my element as I went through the motions. I was listening to the music, currently hearing a mix of Sza, Nicki Minaj, Beyoncé, Rihanna, and Tyler, The Creator as I continued to make everything else. Knowing that it would take a while and that wasn't a quick & easy meal to prepare, I took my time.

— A Few Hours Later

I was in my zone, singing America Has A Problem by Beyoncé to myself quietly, not that I could anyways. I had noticed earlier that Marshall was watching a football match as I heard him cheering on the team of his choice along with commentary from the people on the screen. I was just about finished, needing to take the macaroni out of the oven then having to let the food cool down a little bit. I bent over to take it out of the oven, when I heard a loud smacking sound followed by a stinging sensation that I felt on my butt. I jumped up, quickly setting the dish on the counter, letting out a yelp. Marshall had walked by and slapped my butt hard as hell! And now he was leaned against the kitchen island with a smirk plastered on his face, and his arms crossed trying to look innocent. I gave him a death glare for him sneaking up on me and scaring me like that - Also because it was clearly a very harsh slap.

"What? No need to give me that look, girl." He said nonchalantly.

"Ouch!" I said in an exaggerated way, giving him a blank stare.

"My bad." He raised his hands defensively, "Not my fault you got all that back and no body fat!" He said cheekily, making me laugh.

His choice of words can be absolutely ridiculous/vulgar sometimes, but it's just how he is.