Page 41 of Breaking the Rules
Another rule broken. Zayden’s rule – don’t cook for these niggas. They get wifely rewards without making you their wife, I ain’t having it.
The pair cooked, cleaned, and sat at the table eating their pancakes like they’d been together all four years of Areli’s life.
“Ms. Vanhi, you stayin’ today?” Areli questioned.
“Yeah, are you?” Noble’s baritone flooded the kitchen and made Savanhi’s body shift without her permission.
“Unc-Unc!” Areli greeted with a leap from her seat into his arms. “We made your nasty pancakes with blueberries.”
“You did?” Noble asked, peppering her face with kisses. “Why didn’t you get me up? I would’ve made them.”
“I tried, you in there like…” Areli threw herself back and made snoring sounds. “Like a piggy.”
“That wasn’t me,” Noble gasped. “That was Sassy.”
“I do not snore, thank you,” Savanhi defended.
“Yes, you do,” Areli replied. “Like a little piggy, not a big one.”
“Oh, well, excuse meeeee,” Savanhi replied with laughter. “Clocking my tea, huh?”
“Yes, girl,” Areli stated, climbing back into her seat. “Eat, Deucey.”
Noble moved over to the plate of pancakes on the counter and back to the table with the two ladies who were bound to rule his world. Only if one opened up to the possibilities. “You ordered all this?”
“The princess requested blueberry pancakes this morning, so I couldn’t say no. Have you tried to tell her no?”
“Nope. The day I have to is going to send her into a spiral,” Noble said, sitting down. “Thanks for handling her.”
“It’s nothing, she’s a joy.”
Noble cut into the pancakes, forked a healthy triangle into his mouth, chewed, and groaned. It was almost similar to the moan he let out during their night together. “What you put in this?”
“Made with love,” Areli said. “I licked the spoon and mixed it up real good.”
Noble paused mid-chew, prompting Savanhi to let out a cackle and snort before covering her mouth. “Babygirl.”
“After we mixed them, I let her lick the spoon,” Savanhi corrected. “Lemon zest to balance the chalkiness of the protein powder.”
Noble raised his brow. “How much protein?”
“Mm, I figured you were on a high protein diet because everything in the fridge is packed with protein, so roughly fifty grams between the pancakes and eggs.”
“How you figure that?”
“My major was dance, my minor was health and nutrition. I retained a few things,” Savanhi stated. “And for the record, I broke a rule.”
“Was it for me or Areli?”
“I’ll never tell.”
“You will.” Noble countered. “You stayin’ or catching the next thing rolling?”
“I don’t have any clothes to wear, Noble.”
“That’s not a problem. You got a class today?”
“At five.”
