Home Alone

Fear and Doubts

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Chapter 15

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Alonzo's POV

I opened my eyes, to see a beautiful woman laying in my arms. Her long brown hair was tossed to the side, she was breathing softly, and her delicate hand was resting on my chest.

Her voluptuous frame showing through the sheets had all of the events of the night before, to rush back into my mind, making me begin to have a hard-on.

To shake the thoughts from my mind, I decided get up and make everyone breakfast. I got up with out waking her, brushed my teeth and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Upon my arrival to the kitchen, my mother appeared in the room.

"Goodmorning son, how was your sleep?" she asked kissing my cheek.

"It was well.. how was yo-"

"I could not sleep an inch! I kept hearing sounds! And when I woke up Giovanni, he would say that nothing was going on! Ugh that man. Well don't let me stop you from making breakfast. I'll just tell our chef to sleep in this morning."

As she talked I thought of Marjorie's moans and screams all through the night.

"I'll call you when it's finished ma." I almost didn't hear myself saying.

She walked off and I got started.

Before I graduated college, I decided to take cooking classes so I wouldn't starve when I lived by myself. I got so much grief from my boys about it but it was worth it.

So I started making raspberry Crepes and an omlete with her favorite fruits on the side for Marjorie, and I made scrambled eggs, more crepes, and pancakes for the rest of the family.

I made a lot because I knew Jamal, Jordan, and Abby would be here this morning. Jamal nor Jordan can cook.

I shake my head and laugh at the thought of Jordan burning down the kitchen. When I finished making everything, I turned off the stove and brought Marjorie her food.

While in the process, Jamal, Jordan, and Abigail walk through the front door just like I suspected.

"I don't know why you tried, you know you can't cook Jamal."

"You can't either Jordy! I don't know why you talkin! Shut up punk."

"Aye shut up, you the biggest punk of all Jamal. Can't even put a move on Abby yet. Smh"

Abigail blushed a deep shade of scarlet while they kept bickering.

"Aye Thing 1 & Thing 2 breakfast is on the dining room table. Abby help yourself." I said breaking down the argument.

And as I ascended up the stairs, they all bolted to the dining room. Shaking my head, I called my mom and Giovanni to the meal downstairs.

When I reached our room, Marjorie was stirring in her sleep. 'Right on time,' I thought as she rose from her sleep.

"Goodmorning beautiful. I made you breakfast." I laid the tray on the bed next to her and started kissing her neck.

"Alonzo, you shouldn't have baby! This looks really good..." She said while stretching and yawning.