90's Love

6.

The sound of the smoke detector going off woke me from my sleep. I quickly ran down the stairs and out of the house.

"Son, it's okay it's not a real fire." Andre chuckled.

"I see smoke."

"Yeah, that's Monica cooking. That woman is fine but not that great of an cook."

Andre tossed his arm around my shoulder as we both walked into the kitchen. Monica stood in front of the stove with a spatula in one hand and an apologetic facial expression on her face.

"I told her to just give up trying to cook." Tyren said sitting at the kitchen Island drinking his orange juice.

"Sorry for waking you."

"I thought I'd have to call fire Marshall Bill."

"Lemme show ya something." Tyren laughed at the joke.

"I'm sorry I wanted to cook a nice breakfast for everyone and I burned it." She frowned dropping her head.

"Aww it's alright Baby, it's the thought that counts."

"No it ain't, them thoughts ain't stopping my stomach from growling."

"Ow!" Tyren rubbed his neck after Andre slapped it.

I chuckled to myself walking into the kitchen. "We can all go out for breakfast."

"Or I can cook."

"You cook?" Andre asked.

"Yeah? Unlike y'all I never had a maid, if you ask my mama she would say she was my maid. Speaking of maid where is she? Isn't she suppose to do this stuff?"

"I gave her this weekend off."

I nodded my head as I opened the fridge. "Y'all stocked up in here." I chuckled grabbing all the breakfast food I could find.

"Can you cook?" Tyren asked.

"I do better than what she can do."

"Hey!" Monica fussed as we both laughed.

"Y'all leave my baby alone." Andre wrapped his arm around her as he chuckled.

Washing my hands I began to make breakfast. I fried bacon, scrambled eggs, made toast and grits with sausages."

"Ayee!" Tyren said coming back into the kitchen with a new fit on.

"Wow can you show me how to do that next time." Monica asked peeping over my shoulder. "It looks and smells good."

"Yeah take notes Monica, that's what breakfast is suppose to do. Look and smell good." Tyren chuckled.

"Ight y'all fix y'all own plates I'm bout to get dressed for the day..and save me some."

I jogged up the stairs passed Andre as he stopped me before I walked into my room.

"Yo, Antwon!" I sighed walking back toward his room.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for cooking breakfast man, Monica she's trying she isn't use to this dating a man with kids type deal. She gotta get use to it thanks for not being so harsh on her unlike Tyren down there."

"No biggie, ima go get dressed."

"Okay son." He nodded.

Walking into my room I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and a fit that I brought from home. It was about time bel air got a taste of Antwon fashion. I walked toward the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom as I took a nice long shower.