Truly Yours | J. Cole

Truly Yours 9

I awoke the next morning to find J no longer in the bed with me.

After performing my morning routine - I threw on a pair of sweats and a sports bra, then headed downstairs. An aroma of breakfast foods filled my nose as I made my way to the kitchen. To my surprise - J was cooking a variety of foods that certainly smelled good - in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts.

"Good morning," I yawned as I jumped on top of the island and took a seat.

"Look who's finally up," he smiled as he gave me a kiss.

I rolled my eyes as I jumped off the island to check out what he was cooking.

"So what you making mommy for breakfast?"

"Pancakes, sausage, eggs, and toast."

"Sounds good."

"It's about to taste good too."

"Is that so?" I asked as I folded my arms and leaned against the counter.

"Very much so. Chef Cole wippin' up the work," J replied as he danced as if he was mixing something.

"Lame ass," I laughed.

He laughed too as he suddenly turned the stove off and got some plates out. Both of our plates were fixed within a matter of minutes, and surprisingly, the food was in fact, good. Of course Jermaine has cooked for me before, but he isn't all that great at it. I do all the cooking around here.

He should just stick to rapping.

After he fixed both of our plates and poured two glasses of orange juice, we both took a seat on the couch and talked. Of course J was up to his usual jokes and stupidity, even though it was still eight in the morning. His childish ass even got syrup all over my face! He claimed he wanted to feed me, but of course the piece of pancake ended up where near my mouth. I then had to go wash my face, and when I returned, he was already finished with his food and in front of the sink washing the dishes.

"What's been up with all the cleaning lately, Chef Cole?" I asked as I hopped back on top of the island and watched as he washed the dishes.

"What's wrong with me cleaning?"

"Am I missing something? You don't ever clean nigga! You gotta be up to something."

"Why can't I help out around here without you thinking I'm up to something?"

"Cause I know what you up to."

"What exactly am I up to?"

"You tryna do little stuff to make me forget about this month."

He sucked his teeth as he unexpectedly flicked me with water and soap. I quickly wiped my face as I hopped off the counter and punched him in his arm. He plays entirely too much!

"Chris you killing me. You know you want me just as bad as I want you," J replied as he took a strand of my hair and twirled it around his index finger.

"True, but you can live."

"No I can't! A month is too long!"

"J it's only four weeks left. Stop crying."

He sucked his teeth again as he dramatically folded his arms and poked out his bottom lip. He looked cute while he was 'mad'. I laughed to myself as I pushed his bottom lip back in and gave him a peck on his lips.