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"I barely cook back to back like this, so be grateful." Bria passed Israel a plate full of breakfast food, causing him to look away from her large TV screen where he was currently playing Madden.
"I already told you I was." He chuckled, sitting the controller down to grab the plate and a glass of Sunny D orange juice from her.
She grabbed the regular remote off of the coffee table to turn the TV settings back to normal so that she could go to Netflix and put on S.W.A.T., a show that she'd made Israel binge watch with her last night.
"That shit heavy mama." Israel grabbed a handful of her ass, and she cockily wiggled her shoulders since she knew that already.
Bria sat down next to him with her own plate after pressing resume on the show, and then she folded her legs underneath herself to be more comfortable.
For breakfast, Bria cooked scrambled cheesy eggs, turkey bacon, Pillsbury croissants, and breakfast potatoes. She made Israel some buttery pancakes too, but didn't make any for herself because she was more of a waffle girl. Both of them also had some leftover cabbage from last night's dinner on their plates as well.
She never really cooked breakfast but Israel woke her up this morning and asked her if she could make some, and the only reason she said yes was because he was very sweet about it.
When they finished eating, Israel washed the dishes from both last night and this morning even though Bria told him she'd get around to it when she did the rest of her daily chores, but he insisted. So, she decided to clean the rest of the kitchen while he did it so that she could just get it out of the way.
After that, somehow she convinced him to let her do his hair-and it took some time to convince him because he preferred for his mother to be the only one that did it since he was so tender headed.
"Come back some more." Bria guided him back by his shoulders, and he scooted backwards until his back was against the couch.
She used a comb to lightly scratch at his freshly washed scalp, and she could tell he was enjoying it by the way his head followed the movements of the comb.
"We gone do some cornrows instead of them plaits. Like the ones you had when I first seen you." She told him, using her wild growth oil to moisturize his scalp.
"You can do whatever you want mama." He mumbled, letting her guide his head so that she could begin parting.
"You so sweet Israel. I don't know how yo' girl always into it with you." She said a few seconds later, feeling him lay his head down on her knee. He'd been so calm and relaxed with her ever since he came over last night.
He kept asking her if she was okay or if she wanted him to leave, he paid her car note and rubbed her body so gently when they showered together this morning, he'd given her a million kisses, and his voice always seemed to soften from his naturally harsh tone whenever he talked to her.
