The Family [Book Two]

Thirty Eight Bonus

Samuel Brash

"Daddy." I peeked one eye open seein' one of the twins standin' over me.

"What Isabella?" I asked already knowin' it was Samari.

"Can you make chocolate chip pancakes?" She asked softly.

I smacked my lips and looked at her.

"Y'all asses need to learn how to cook. Can you make chocolate chip pancakes?" I mocked her and tossed the covers back.

She smiled and stepped back away from the bed.

I slid on my slides and got off the bed.

"C'mon, you cookin'." I said leavin' her in the room to follow me.

Toni went to work early this mornin', so it was just Me, Samari, Elle, and Tyson.

She quickly followed behind me downstairs into the kitchen. I sat down at the island and told her what to get out the fridge.

After she mixed the batter and cut up the fruit, now she was ready to make the pancakes.

"Alright so turn the stove on." She did that.

"Check."

"Put a LITTLE bit of oil in the pan." I emphasized little because her ass don't listen.

"Alright, stop yelling." She giggled.

"Now, put a decent amount of the batter into the skillet." I said. "Not a lot, Samari!"

I snatched the bowl from her.

"Wait no, give it back." She said fixin' her glasses.

"No, you play too much. What did I tell you?" I told her.

"Daddy I was going to stop," she said. "Give it back, please?"

I sighed and handed her the bowl back.

"Flip the pancake over." I told her, sittin' back on the stool.

She quickly grabbed a spatula and flipped the pancake over.

"Daddy, look!" She jumped up and down all excited and shit.

I smiled, seeing my baby cook somethin' for the first time in her life.

"Okay that's good, now wait until you can't see the bubbles on the side and take it off of the skillet." I told her.

I watched as she waited. She waited too fuckin' long.

I snatched the spatula from her and showed her the burnt pancake.

"What did I say?" I looked at her.

She rubbed her nose. "Okay, I'll do better next time." She smiled.

I was a fuckin' sucka for their smiles.

I gave in and handed her the spatula.

She poured the batter and flipped it when it was ready on both sides. Hm, she did that shit a lil too well.

She was burnin' the skillet when it was time for her to make the sausage, causin' the smoke alarm to go off.

"Dammit Samari." I smacked my lips and grabbed a towel off of the sink and fanned the smoke alarm.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed.

I turned around seeing the skillet on fire.

"Oh my god," I mumbled rubbing over to the sink.