qotd: what's your favorite color and why?
Your POV
I woke up the next day happy as hell. Normani and Isabella were still asleep, so I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I used it, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I was feeling so happy that I even made breakfast. I made scrambled eggs for Isabella, omelettes, french toast, bacon. Basically all the shit you see in movies.
"I 'mell food," Bella said running towards me. I picked her up immediately because everything in the kitchen was on.
"Bella, you know you're not supposed to run in the kitchen when the stove and oven are on," I told her sternly. She gave me an adorable pout and apologize.
"You brushed your teeth?" I asked her and she nodded frantically. Normani walked out of the kitchen and sat down on a stool. I sat Bella next to Normani and fixed their plates for them. I handed them their plates and Bella wasted no time eating. Khalil, Owen and Mia came over a joined us for breakfast. I shared a seat with Bella, which she just stole my food.
"Bella, there's more food," I told her as she stole a piece of my omelette.
"I kno'. Is so far," she replied dramatically. I shook my head and continued to eat my food. Bella ate the most like always. She went to the living room and put on her favorite cartoon.
"I have to go to the studio today," Normani said as she got up to wash her plate. Khalil, Owen and Mia had grabbed some of the cookies they made the night before and joined Bella in the living room. She had made all of the fall completely in love with her. Normani has grabbed my plate to wash it, but I stopped her.
"I got it, baby," I told her and she blushed, "What time do you have to go to the studio?"
"In a few hours," she replied still trying to take my plate away from me.
"I said I got it. Go get your stuff ready," I told her. She pouted and walked off. I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Isabella and Khalil were playing with slime while Owen and Mia were eating cookies. Normani came out of the room with her bag in her hand and a pout on her face.
"Why are you pouting, baby?" I asked her as I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
"I don't wanna go to the studio," she replied relaxing in my arms.
"You want your fans to kill you?" I asked her playfully, "Love Lies is a great song, but we need some new music. We want the damn album."
"You're annoying," she said hitting my arms. I stopped her by grabbing her hands
"It's not like you're leaving at this very moment," I told her, "let's cuddle."
"Okay," she put her bag down and I practically dragged her to the sofa. She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I am going to Atlanta in about two weeks," she said resting her lips on my cheek.
"Why?"
"Beyonce and I'm doing a Janet Jackson tribute. When are you going back home?" she questioned.
"We leave early in the morning," I answered.
"I don't want you to go," she replied and licked my cheek like a weirdo.
"Weirdo," I told her and she licked my cheek again. She tried once again, but I turned my head and bit her tongue lightly. She flicked my ear and I released her tongue.
"One day of dating and you're abusing me like this," I said and pinched her thigh. Time went by quickly and it was time for Normani to leave. Isabella and I walked her to the elevator.
