Kenya Amora Moore, known as Amore by close family members and friends, is shaken up by a series of unfortunate events that lead her to live with her aunt. In the space of a few days, she is hit with shocking truths and bitter lies. The revelations...
Wife duties, problems, confusion. Why me up a cook breakfast fi deh yute yah suh early inna the morning?
A him birthday and yuh love man.
I scramble the eggs and bacon in one frying pan then move to the pancakes and flip them. All now him nevn turn inna him bed and we fi a set up fi di party later.
Have a good mind bun up e pancakes and bring dem guh give him.
I put some batter in the pot then pour some chocolate chips over it, then some more batter. I'm making chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bananas, bacon and eggs, and chocolate tea for him and me not even think bout lunch yet.
Nuh you did waah man mumz?
Kmt.
Strong arms wrap around me as I plate the breakfast for the both of us. He places a kiss on my shoulder, sucking on the skin.
I sigh at the feeling.
Soon have a baby pan yuh side fi pretty up the picture.
Best yuh stop see me yere.
I turn off the stove and gas, pouring the water on the chocolate tea mix and sugar. His hands find my waist.
"Guh siddung nuh" I whine, annoyed. Me cyaah badda wid nobody a stress me right now and me will bun him up.
He follows my orders and takes a seat at the table.
I place the plates and cups on the table and take a seat beside him. I snap a few pictures of the breakfast
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1Wifeeeee!!
He stares at me gratefully, a small smile plays on his face.
"Yuh know me neva get dis yet?" He tells me and my jaw drops.
Likkle miss Indi couldn't cook?
"Suh such girl couldn't cook?" I ask him.
"Not even fi save her life. She did cook some curry chicken one time and gimme some and me a tell yuh, toilet tired fi see me face. From dat a bay food she buy and bring come. Me live pan junk food when she deh yah, suh great me can do sumo fi miself" he sighs.
Bomboclaat... watch run belly pot.
"Good thing yuh have me then" I peck his lips.
He takes up the fork and cuts through the pancake, I slap him before he could eat it.
"Yuh nuh pray yet" I glare at him. A dash meeda dash it weh if him start nyam.
Yuh too terrible.
"Aight.. my bad" he drops the fork and slips my hand into his, bowing his head slightly. My heart melts at the sight before me as he whispers a prayer so I close my eyes and do the same.
