I Hate that I loveYou!

Breakfast

Marco ended up spending the night, my mom was on a business trip. We had the house to ourselves...well Cassie was here too. We watched movies all night instead of going to that party. I cared for him all night. The swelling in his lips were going down. I'm telling you that honey works miracles. We got up and brushed our teeth. Mom had extra everything so, a extra toothbrush wasn't hard to find.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, after my breath was minty fresh and we wer back in the front room.

"Yea, but you took care of me last night, so lemme cook for you." He went into the kitchen and I heard all types of pots and pans banging around. "I'm okay," Marco shouted from the kitchen. "Stay in there." I obeyed.

I sat in the front room for 5 minutes. Then I started getting curious. I snuck into the kitchen and he was standing there shirtless making omelettes and pancakes.

"Smells good." I tell him, causing him to turn around and look at me.

"I thought I told you to stay in the front room?" He asks me gently as he takes the pancake out the skillet and places it on the plate I hoped we mine.

"You did but I got bored and started to miss you." I started walking over to him. His body was calling my name. He kissed my forehead and carried me bridal style back to the couch.

"Stay right here, lemme finish cooking, if you move from this spot I will throw all of your food away." I looked at him questionably. "I'm so serious." He said walking back into the kitchen without even looking back at me.

I sat there not moving, the food was smelling too good. My stomach was growling out of control.

"Is it almost ready, " i yelled, in had been sitting here for 20 minutes and I really couldn't get into anything on tv. The house was smelling too damn good.

"Yea but don't move yet."he yelled back, I rolled my eyes with impatience.

"Marco, I'm hungry"I groaned, my stomach was touching my back.

"Here," he said walking back in the front room. "Tie this around your eyes. No peaking." He handed me a blue scarf he must have stolen from my room. I did as he said and he grabbed my hand.He led me to the dining room, and he helped me get situated on the chair. He kissed my cheek and told me to untie the scarf.

It was beautiful...There was big beautiful Sunflowers set in a vase. How did he know I loved sunflowers? Most girls like carnations or roses. There was a card in front of the vase. I opened the card and it read:
"Morning beautiful, thank you for cleaning me up last night, I enjoyed talking to you and getting to know you. You make me wanna be a better person. I promise to keep it 100 with you everyday all day, to treat you like a lady, and to cherish every moment of time with you. You will be be one and only. Your majestic and your beauty is breathtaking. There is no one in this world who take you away from me. Your too perfect." -Marco

I looked at him and smiled, he wiped my face with his thumb. I didn't realize I had shed a tear. I couldn't believe that I meant this much to him already. Marco grabbed my hand bowed and kissed it. I couldn't contain my laughter. I really did feel like a princess just then.

"God, your perfect Tyra."

"Perfection is over rated."

"My definition of perfection is having the right amount of flaws for yourself," Marco whispered in my ear. That turned me on so much. I felt my face get hot. I was blushing so hard.

"Your too sweet."

"Hahaha here," he said placing a plate in front of me. "Your food is gonna get cold." After saying that he walked off. I was confused but I stared the breakfast he prepared. I had and omelette, a 'T' shaped pancake, turkey bacon, hash-browns, cream of wheat, and a cup of Cranberry Juice. He trynna fatten a girl up.

"Marco," I yelled. I wanted to know where he went and why he left.

"Yea," he came in with just he shorts on, the nigga was stripping.

"Why did you leave me, I wanted to eat with you." He ran back to the kitchen and returned with a plate in his hand.

"I was gonna hop in the shower first,but I can stay right here with you and eat." I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "Eat girl, stop staring at me. You can stare at me all you want later."

Oh my gosh, the food was on point. Turkey bacon was crispy, but not burnt. My pancake had chocolate chips in it. The hash-brown was better than McDonald's. Oh oh my lord the omelette was to die for. He could throw down in the kitchen. The last thing I ate was the cream of wheat. I used to eat it a lot back in Chicago but I haven't ate any since then. Just seeing the bowl of cream of wheat made me realize how blessed I am. I went from rags to riches. I went from nothing to everything. I'm sitting here with the most amazing boyfriend and I just can't believe that this is happening.

"You, don't have to eat it Tyra, there's no need to cry. I'm sorry. I didn't know you hated cream of wheat."

"I don't hate cream of wheat," I tell him laughing. "I just really appreciate what you're doing."

"So, those are tears of happiness," he asked.

"Yea," I smiled wiping the tears from my eyes. I grabbed the spoon and ate a spoonful of cream of wheat. "Yes, they are."