*Chris's P.O.V.*
Maurice: Put more chocolate chips daddy!......you have to flip it again!
Chris: are you sure this is how it goes?
Maurice: I live with mommy not you.
Chris: Heyy I'm tryna live with mommy too!
I say while laughing chopping up mangos and strawberries.
Chris: I'm a BEAST in the kitchen look at this tray!
Maurice: I'm a beast too daddy?
Chris: Hell!- HECK YEA I couldn't of did it without you.
I high five him with my free hand while balancing the tray of food in the other.
Maurice & Chris: LEGGO!
We head upstairs and tip toe into Tiffany's room. I let Maurice wake her up cause I didn't want her clumsy ass to knock the food out my hand or off the bed.
Maurice: mommy....mommy we made you breakfast.
He taps her face and slides under the covers with her cheesing as hard as me.
Tiffany lightly rolls over and smiles at me. I sit on the bed and sit the tray in front of her.
Tiffany: awww you did this for me?
I hesitate my reply seeing Tiffany's face light up and I turn away blushing scratching the back of my head.
Chris: Go head, eat.
Tiffany smiles nervously at the plate.
Tiffany: I don't like pancakes...
Chris: But I made your favorite
Tiffany: No you made Maurice's favorite (laugh)
Maurice immediately laughs stuffing his face with the pancakes I slaved over for Tiffany.
Chris: damn he is my son.
I say laughing shaking my head.
Tiffany laughs and eats the fruit instead.
*Buzz*Buzz*
I get my phone out my pocket and read the text across my screen.
*Chantel J: are you home? I'm on my way.
*Chris: I'm not home.
*Chantel J: where are you? I'm going to call.
I clear my throat and escort myself from the room to the front porch outside.
*Buzz*Buzz*Buzz*
I pick up the phone.
Chris: yea watchu want?
Chantel: you need to come home now I need to talk to you.
Who the fuck told this little girl to talk to me like I'm some dog off the street?
Chris: what the fuck is all this I need I need I need? Tell me whatchu NEED on the phone
Chantel: We're pregnant (smile)
