" Spaghetti and meatballs!"Both their faces lit up as soon as she pulled out all her ingredients.You could never go with this meal, every child she knew loved spaghetti and meatballs. They both helped her break the spaghetti into edible pieces for them and Ara helped grate the tomatoes. She preferred fresh ingredients. That's how she liked to cook it for her cousins children whenever they had family gatherings.
" I'm done with the tomatoes aunt Fifi."
" Fifi?"
" Yes baby?"
She said taking the bowl of tomatoes from Ara, whose mood had improved significantly since they started cooking. Ire pointed to to a red apple in the fruit basket on her kitchen counter.
" Tomatoe?"
" That's an apple dumb dumb"
" Ara what did we say about using such words towards your brother or anyone?"
" It's rude and hurtful. One should refrain from using them."
" Good. Ire this is an apple, would you like one?"
They both anxiously waited to see if he would say anything and just as she was about to give him without his confirmation,he opened his mouth to say...
" Yes please Fifi."
Not in so many letters. They looked at each other shocked before both breaking into a joyful dance causing him to laugh.
" You're such an amazing young man Ire."
Something he also almost never did, well they had never seen him do it but Ayo's mother once reported a smile. The women almost screamed when Ire was suddenly hoisted into the air but calmed down when they realised it was Ayo. Who they did not hear come in.
" I can't believe my boy talked and laughed all in the same day."
" Therapy and the school is really helping."
" He had the same school and therapy when he was with his mother but he's made more progress in a few weeks because of you."
" It's my job."
" No, you don't understand. You have changed how we treat him and how we interact we him. It changed him a lot but I didn't notice it at first."
It was late in the evening and they were seated in opposites sides of the counter but in a second he was now behind her. She stood up and turned to get away but got trapped inbetween the counter and his broad chest.
" I _I _"
" What?"
Eversince the kiss she's found it awkward to be around him and it did not help either that her lips craved to feel his touch again. His kisses were delicious.
" I-need to wash the dishes."
" You have a dishwasher."
Her eyes starred at his pink lips while he licked them as he spoke. For the first time since they met she was speechless and nervous, maybe it was the way he was looking at her. Like she was the prey and he was the hunter. He licked his lips again and she inched closer to him but he did not move. She looked up to be met with his dark brown eyes and quickly averted her eyes. Her focus was now on his curly rich black hair, his hair looked like he put rollers in. It was so beautiful her fingers craved to run through it. To curb the want she directed her eyes downwards where he tattoo chest caused her to squeeze her thick thighs. He noticed it.
" Let me eat your pussi-"
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