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Y/n Knowles 18
Y/n POV
The house smells like cinnamon and fresh bread. Sunday morning. The usual chaos is quietly unfolding, but somehow it feels like organized chaos.
Some days, I liked it.
Beyoncé and Solange are at the stove, debating loudly about the breakfast biscuits.
"More butter," Solange insists, waving a spatula like it's a wand.
"No, less," Beyoncé counters, rolling her eyes, "or we'll have butter all over the pan."
"Girl yo ass can't cook-
"Language." Mama said as I shook my head.
Jay stood at the counter, scrolling on his phone, muttering under his breath. "If this deal goes through, we're golden... oh, that's not happening, huh... hmm..."
Blue is carefully arranging plates for everyone, lips pursed in concentration. Rumi and Sir ran across the kitchen floor, pretending the tiles are lava, screaming and laughing.
Julez and Titan grabbed wooden spoons, dueling like knights, playing in the kitchen.
"Boys!" Mama called, pointing sharply. "No hitting! I said no hitting! That's not a sword, it's a spoon! And leave my kitchen before u show you what a belt is! Thank you."
Kelly leaned against the counter, chatting quietly with Tim about some investment project. Noah toddled behind them, tugging at Tim's sleeve every few seconds.
I sit at the table, headphones in, iPad in front of me, observing. My toast is warm, butter melting just enough to make it slippery. I nibble quietly as I sat here in deep thought.
Blue leaned over, delicate and somewhat determined.
"Y/n," she whispers, careful not to raise her voice, "wanna help me fold napkins?"
I glance at her and type quickly on my tablet:
Sure.
Her face lights up. "Cool! Can you teach me how to fold them like a swan?" She asked as I nodded showing her the folding trick. I mimic it slowly, carefully lining the edges, enjoying the precision.
Beyoncé teased me from across the kitchen. "Hmm... look at you!" she teases. "When did you start dressing like that and not the normal everyday sweatpants? Not to mention you been glowing too."
Solange snorts behind her. "She learnt it from me." She laughs, nudging me lightly with her elbow. "But no forreal you think you grown now?"
I roll my eyes, smiling softly. Brush them off. Playful, but it doesn't take the focus off my mind.
