Page 96 of Royal Fling
As soon as she saw me, she dropped everything and jumped in my arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing. I'm just excited to see you,” she answered and kissed my cheeks.
“Did Yaya ask you to cheer me up again?”
She pursed her lips from side to side and then finally nodded.
“You know, Summer, one of these days you’ll need to stop doing Yaya’s bidding. You’re almost a teenager now,” I said.
“Oh, stop it, you. Don't put any bad ideas in her head,” Yaya said from the other end of the room where the living room connected to the dining room—which in turn connected to the kitchen. “She’s the last one I’ve got on my side. I can’t have y’all ganging up on me.”
She started setting the table even though I was supposed to help her.
“She can’t be your minion forever,” I shouted.
“Nonsense. She can and she will. Won’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Yaya,” Summer said, her head dipping and her cheeks turning rosy.
I shook my head, laughing. It was gonna be quite the wake-up call when she entered her adolescence and rebelled.
“Go on and call everyone. Dinner is almost ready,” Yaya said and retreated back to the kitchen.
I set Summer down—damn she was getting heavy—and went into the kitchen myself.
I was still getting used to having Fisayo in my life, and everyone was still getting used to Yaya giving her reign over the kitchen.
Yaya was notorious for not letting anyone in the family cook or eventouchanything in the kitchen unless they were getting a drink.
She was a traditional grandma in that sense, and she loved looking after every one of us even with her declining health.
And yet she still wouldn’t give up. The only person she allowed in there was Kyle, and that was only for helping with the dishes. And now, Fisayo.
Fisayo and Yaya were laughing, and Charlie was trying to get a taste of dinner only to get his hands smacked by Yaya.
“What's so funny? Are you two planning world domination?” I asked.
Fisayo handed Yaya another platter and she took it to the dining room.
“How are you feeling today? Excited for school tomorrow?” Fisayo asked.
I shrugged.
“Just give it time, sweetie. It will all be good with time. I promise,” she said.
Yaya returned to the room and smacked Charlie’s hand again.
“I hope so,” I said.
Fisayo put down a pot lid she was holding and came up to me, taking my hands in hers and giving them a squeeze.
“Give it time. Life has a funny way of working out,” she said.
I rolled my eyes.
“I didn't believe it, either, until you walked into my house a few months ago. If someone told me that that was going to happen a year ago, I would have told them they were crazy. But it did. And look what it gave me. It gave me back my…” she paused and choked back a tear.
