Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

On Sight

Chris.

"Alright and after you add your two eggs, you're just gonna add in two teaspoons of nutmeg,"

"Nutmeg?" I spoke back to the lady on YouTube like she would respond back. "You ain't say shit about nutmeg in the beginning of the video, Julia."

"and if you don't have nutmeg, ground cinnamon works just as well." Julia said. I almost felt like she heard a nigga.

"Aight now that's more my MO." I dug in the cabinet for the cinnamon that Riley puts in Royalty's oatmeal. After finding it hidden behind a shitload of seasonings that Ry either bought and never used or uses too damn much, I eyeballed two teaspoons of cinnamon in the mixture.

Riley wasn't too huge on breakfast, but she did fuck with French toast a lot so I'm taking it upon myself to teach myself how to make French toast for my baby. It's been a few weeks so she can finally handle some softer solids and she hasn't been feeling the best lately as far as energy so the least I could do is try to whip her up something to eat so she won't have to keep slaving in the kitchen by herself. The twins woke me up at six this morning with shitty diapers and growling tummies so I been up ever since, working on some lyrics and tryna avoid them waking her up so soon.

I took the bread out of the freezer and dipped it into the French toast mix, front and back. As I dropped the bread in the buttered pan, a cry broke out on the baby monitor that sat on the counter. I turned the heat down to go see who needed my attention. Just as I made it to the twins' nursery, our bedroom door opened and Riley walked out.

"Good morning, Sunshine." I bear hugged her once she approached me at the door.

"Good morning baby." She laughed and kissed me. "You sound like my dad."

"Why you not in the bed? Garrett and Clark would have a fit they saw you up right now."

"So? Fuck Garrett and Clark I'm tired of sitting in the bed."

"I want you in the bed too."

"Well fuck you too then." Riley responded. I laughed and shook my head. "I'm good on rest for a few hours."

I gave her the last word. I've come to realize it's no winning with Ry so it's best you just let her have it. You can give her a list of things to do but at the end of the day Riley Mariah Novak will always do whatever she wanna do.

Riley lead the way into the nursery and she went to go pick up Ny while I grabbed a crying Noah. "See what you did, lil Breezy? You woke mommy up." He responded by settling his cry and rubbing his eye with his hand.

"Mommy was already up. I was coming to check on them anyway. Highly appreciate you taking the baby monitor out of the room this morning too." Riley told me as she nose kissed Nayeli while she tried her hardest to giggle.

"I knew you still needed a few more hours of sleep, it was the least I could do."

Ry followed me into the kitchen and I carefully handed Noah to her once she sat down.

"What you cooking? Chicken, since it's the only thing you can make?" Riley insulted.

"Something for yo' big head ass, actually. I made French Toast."

"Yummy."

I laughed at her choice of words. "This nigga said yummy. Cmon put them down so you can eat." I walked over and helped her set the twins in their bouncers.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Riley asked.

"I'm good, baby girl."

"That wasn't my question, baby boy. Chrissy if you haven't eaten yet you already know I don't mind making you some breakfast. You gotta eat too."