Quatre Nuef

uno❣️ (revamp)

"Good morning, mom." Gia spoke, wrapping her arm around her mothers small frame, then planting a purposely big wet kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning, baby. Are you eating breakfast here, or at the school?" She asked, pouring the blueberry waffle batter into the waffle iron.

"Here." Gia quickly replied, watching her mother move swiftly around the kitchen.

She admired her mother, Aria's, glowing honey glazed skin. She stood at 5'2", with a slender body. She resembled an older, bronzer Zoe Saldana, but with kinky hair— that she always kept in a high bun, or ponytail.

"Are you ready for your freshman year?" She questioned, sliding a freshly made waffle onto the plate that was sitting before Gia. "My little baby is a freshman. Where did the time go?" She cooed, pinching Gia's cheeks.

"Mom!" Gia whined, not liking her mother touching her face. "I'm not a baby, I'm 14."

Her mother stale faced her, smacking her lips. "First of all, you're still a damn baby. You just turned 14 this summer." She walked to the cabinet, grabbing three cups— for the two of them, and Gia's father, who would be joining shortly.

Gia slightly rolled her eyes, waiting for her mom to hand her the cup of juice she fixed. "I'm 14, four-teen." She put lots of emphasis on the teen, but her mother was still unphased by it all.

"You still a child," She turned her head towards her dad who walked downstairs in his Armani suit. "and here." He said handing Gia her phone he took last night.

"Thank you, daddy." She said, instantly unlocking the phone to text people back.

Her father glared at her, making her put the phone back down and continue eating.

Her father, Zamar, resembled Wood Harris —except his hairline hadn't started to recede. He made his way to his wife, who he kissed as he grabbed the plate of food she handed to him.

"Good morning, baby." Aria smiled, staring at how fine her man was, even though he had aged since they first met.

Gia smiled, she absolutely loved her parents relationship. Even though they too had their trials and tribulations, they made it to 10 years of marriage.

Her father sat beside Gia at the breakfast island they had installed in the kitchen of their middle class, Brooklyn home.

Gia slyly moved her phone from the side that her father was on, putting it on the other side.

"If I want the phone, I'll take it, Gianna." He lowly chuckled. "Next time I take it, your fast ass won't get it back."

Aria furrowed her eyebrows, wiping her hands off with a dry towel. "Why did you take her phone, Zamar?" She placed one of her hands on her hip.

"She was on the phone, in her underwear." He simply stated, stabbing his eggs with his fork.

Gia smacked her lips, slightly embarrassed.

"And? She's on the phone, you act like they could see her." She still didn't really understand the whole point, to her he always took Gia's phone. She often thought he just wanted to be nosy.