Obsessed

6

"Good morning" I heard a faint voice, followed by a kiss on my forehead.

I looked up to see a smiling Omar, his glance moving between me and the TV screen. I hadn't even realized that I'd fallen asleep, nor had I expected him to stay.

"I thought you'd be gone by now" I admitted.

"I was going to, but you looked like you were sleeping so peacefully and I didn't want to disturb you."

I returned a smile before turning my attention to the TV to see what was playing.

"Oh yeah, I turned the volume down once you had fallen asleep. I wasn't really watching anything" he said, handing me the remote.

"It's okay. I don't really like TV. It's mainly for when I have guests" I responded, reaching over to the nightstand to grab my phone and check my notifications.

There were a few Instagram notifications, text messages, alerts to check my horoscope, and some emails.

I checked the time to see that it was only 9:33 in the morning. I'm never up this early.

I took my time, going through each of my notifications; replying to texts and dms, reading my horoscope as I did everyday, checking my emails, etc.

I rolled back over in bed to see that Omar was now into his phone. Having checked all of my notification, I was now bored and decided to crawl over to him.

"What ya doing?" I asked, sounding like Isabella from Phineas and Ferb.

"Nothing, just scrolling through Twitter" he said while laughing. I didn't know if he was laughing at my tone of voice or a tweet that he had just saw.

"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked.

He turned his attention away from his phone and looked up at me. "I could eat. What do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking that maybe I could cook for you. You made sure that I ate yesterday, so why not return the favor today?" I said , shrugging my shoulders.

I may not have been the best cook, but I could definitely make a good breakfast. That is arguably the easiest meal to make.

"Okay then Chef BoyarJay" he chuckled. "What's on the menu?"

"Just give me thirty minutes and I'll be back with the best breakfast you've ever had" I said winking, before climbing over him on the bed, being sure to poke my butt out and putting on my slippers before walking out of the room.

"Mom!" I screamed, but to no avail. I walked by her room door, glancing inside to see that she was sleep. She had probably gotten in after I did.

I decided to make enough breakfast for all three of us so that she'd have something to eat when she woke up.

I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing some turkey bacon and eggs from the refrigerator, and pancake mix and grits from the cabinets. I grabbed all of the necessary dishes and seasonings that I'd need before getting to work.

I always made the eggs last because that only took a few minutes. Just as I had poured the egg yolk into the pan, I felt a pair of hands grab my waist, startling me, causing me to drop the empty bowl.

I turned around to see an apologetic Omar staring down at the bowl that he had caused me to drop.

"I'm sorry" he said reaching down for the dish.

I laughed at how sincere he seemed. "It's fine, you just scared me is all."

He placed the bowl on the counter and looked back at me. "I was just bored and the food smelled good as hell" he said, scanning the breakfast that I had cooked. "Looks good too."