The Family Of The Lyons Experienced Basic Lives Of Any Other. Good Paying Jobs, Good Home, Three Boys. The Sons; Jamal, Hakeem, And Andre.
The Married Couple, Havana Lyon And Her Husband. The Family Would Never Trade Their Lifestyle For Another. Th...
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The sun rose up slowly over the busy city of New York. The angry honking of cars could be heard from miles away. All the way to the suburbs, where the Lyon family lived peacefully.
For some reason, everyone else in the city seemed tense, except for them.
Havana opened her eyes slowly, the sting of the sunlight making them water. She ran her hands calmly around the satin sheets she rested in. Her brown hair covering her face and shoulders.
Brushing it out of the way, she turned to her husband, who laid next to her sleeping sound fully. Her smooth voice cooed him awake as she rested her right hand onto his face.
His chocolate eyes opened slowly. He smiled. "Good morning.." She Said, adoring the view of him in front of her. He chuckled. "It isn't a good morning until I get tired of rolling back over." He joked. She smiled.
"Come on, we gotta make it to work.." she announced.
...
The family walked around their home, getting themselves dressed while the television spoke. Once turned on, the news broadcast was showing. Havana was uninterested.
"Breaking news: strange cross-bred human like creatures have escaped from-"
Every channel she flicked through, there seemed to have been a news report.
She flicked the television off. She paid no attention to what was being said. "What's going on today?" She asked herself. She tossed down the remote onto her bed.
He husband exited from the bathroom, a robe wrapped around his lower body. Havana couldn't help smirking at him. His body glistened slightly. "You like what you see?" He Questioned, scratching his goatee.
"More like love." She smiled. They attached lips, showing embrace. His light skin went well with her caramel complexion. "Come on.." she chuckled, pulling away and putting on her tank top. "I'll tell the boys to get breakfast ready." She Said. She went downstairs, seeing her 3 adult sons sitting on her couch.
"This is the last time I sleep on this couch." Said Hakeem, massaging the crick out of his neck. Havana took steps down the stairs. "I mean you can sleep in the guest room if you don't mind smelling paint fumes." She Said.
