Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)

Chapter 67

Cassie Davis
Friday, March 29th
9:00am
I woke up to the smell of somebody throwing down in the kitchen and I just had to see what was going on. Walking into Saints bathroom, I grabbed my tooth brush from the holder and wet it under the water.

After I brushed my teeth, I washed my face and dried it with my washcloth. I moisturized, made sure all excess makeup was off of my face, and headed down the hall.

Thank God I didn't have too much of a hangover from last night. Saint kept me hydrated throughout the rest of the night so I felt okay this morning. I just needed something to eat.

The smell of breakfast filled Saints apartment. I hurried down the halls of his house to meet him in the kitchen. There he and his mom were. Saint stood by the stove next to her helping her prepare breakfast.

"Aw fuck she's up early." Saint mumbled.

"Cassie!" Ms. Smith squealed. "Happy birthday love!"

"Thank you." I smiled, putting a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"We was gone surprise you with breakfast in bed but I ain't think you was gone wake up this early." Saint smiled, walking over to me.

"Aww...y'all..." I pouted.

Saint wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead.

"Happy glow day ma." He mumbled.

I couldn't help but feel all tingly inside. I'd just woken up and already my boyfriend and his mom were cooking me breakfast on my birthday. Shit was heart warming.

"Thank you." I smiled, pecking his lips.

"Here Cass come and eat." Ms. Smith smiled, setting a plate for me on the table.

"Okay." I squeaked, skipping over to the table.

"Aye ma what about me?!" Saint exclaimed.

"Boy fix your own plate. You a grown ass man." She spat.

"But mama!" Saint whined, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her body.

"Boy get off me and fix your damn plate." She huffed.

"I'm playing witchu ma. Damn!" He chuckled, letting go of her and fixing his own plate.

"Aw mama you even got the little fruits on the side." I whimpered. It was so thoughtful of her. The little details counted the most to me.

"Anything for my daughter-in-law." Ms. Smith winked, walking over to me and giving me a hug.

Shocked by her response, I low key started to tear up. I loved the way she loved me. And I'm sure Saint did too.

"Saint you better marry that girl." She noted, taking the seat next to me.

"Man don't worry. We established that already." He chuckled, taking the seat across from her.

"I want my grandchildren too now. I'm getting old and I wanna take care of some littles ones again." She said in a stern tone as if she were really serious.

Saint and I looked over at each other unable to contain our laughter. Eventually once he started laughing, I bursted into laughter along with him.

"I don't mean now of course." She said raising one eyebrow.

Saint and I looked at each other again and once again bursted into laughter.

"What's so funny?" She asked confusingly.

What she didn't know was that we talked about having kids all the time. She didn't even have to tell us twice. And we damn sure practiced the process a whole lot.