Nobody's Business (Urban) Book 2 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 47

Sincere

I turned around and looked back at Victoria who was trying to eat the Cheerios that were spread out all across the table top of her high chair. I turned back to the chicken I was trying to fry. When I talked to Effrin's Mama the other day she gave me a few of her recipes I could try out, that she knew Effrin loved. I know trying to fix things now wasn't going to do anything but it was only going to get us back on the right track, especially if I wanted to change my ways.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling out a piece of chicken that I accidentally burned. I held the burned chicken with the tongs and tossed it in the trash can before returning back to tend to the rest of the chicken that was about to burn too. I don't know how Effrin's Mama did it for so long. This is the first time I've cooked in years, since every time I tried everything always ended up burning or tasting like ass. The only thing I can do is bake foods. Now, making meals wasn't my specialty, so I just didn't do it.

The last time I can actually remember myself making a meal was when I used to live with Granny. I'd make dinner, with her assisting me of course. I sighed and turned off the stove once I had fried all of the chicken and cooked the ramen noodles. I grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and piled food up on it for Effrin. I stuck it in the microwave and put a sticky note on it which read:

I hope you enjoy this. I tried my best making it.

I turned around and looked back at Victoria who was trying to eat the Cheerios that were spread out all across the table top of her high chair. I turned back to the chicken I was trying to fry. When I talked to Effrin's Mama a few months ago, she gave me a few of her recipes I could try out, that she knew Effrin loved. I know trying to fix things now wasn't going to do anything but it was only going to get us back on the right track, especially if I wanted to change my ways. I've been trying my hardest to cook for him almost every night since she gave me these recipes, but he really hasn't been eating much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling out a piece of chicken that I accidentally burned. I held the burned chicken with the tongs and tossed it in the trash can before returning back to tend to the rest of the chicken that was about to burn too. I don't know how Effrin's Mama did it for so long. This is the first time I've cooked in years, since every time I tried everything always ended up burning or tasting like ass. The only thing I can do is bake foods. Now, making meals wasn't my specialty, so I just didn't do it.

The last time I can actually remember myself making a meal was when I used to live with Granny. I'd make dinner, with her assisting me of course. I sighed and turned off the stove once I had fried all of the chicken and cooked the ramen noodles. I grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and piled food up on it for Effrin. I stuck it in the microwave and put a sticky note on it which read:

I hope you enjoy this. I tried my best making it.

I sighed and picked up Victoria out of her high chair and carried her down the hall to the living room. I turned on some cartoons for her, set her down in the floor and continued trying to put up the Christmas tree. Usually Effrin and I would have had the tree up more than a week and a half before Christmas, but things have just been too hectic for us to enjoy our favorite holiday lately.

I was second guessing even putting it up but I knew I had to for Victoria. It was going to be her first Christmas and I wanted her to enjoy it and have memories, plus I was going to be taking hella pictures when the family came around. I leaned down and picked up a few ornaments from our Christmas box and hung it on the tree before turning around to check on Victoria who was holding herself up against the couch, trying to walk over to me.

I laughed. "Victoria what are you doing princess?" I asked, walking over to her.

By now, she recognized her name so she turned around to me and began trying to run but her fat legs weren't taking her anywhere. I scooped her up in my arms and spun her around, making her scream and laugh at the top of her lungs. I laughed and held her up against my hip as I continued putting ornaments on the tree, aside from the ones she'd try grabbing on.