Page 9 of This Is Law 3
I walked in the kitchen, and she was standing in front of the stove, one hand on her hip, with the other hand holding a spatula, as she flipped a nice, crispy, golden pancake. She washeading into the office this morning, but she wasn’t dressed yet. She was still in her robe, and she had her hair pulled up. I was going to drop the boys off to school, so all she would have to do was head straight into the office this morning.
She felt my presence when I walked in the kitchen because she turned her head around, and she looked at me. She gave me a lazy smile, looked me up and down for a few seconds, appreciating this handsome chocolate that was standing not too far away from her, and then she went back to focusing on the food that was in front of her.
Beside the stove, there was a long, rectangular shaped serving plate, and she had the scrambled eggs with cheese on one portion of the plate, sausage that was split down the middle, and it was fried hard just like the boys liked it, and the pancakes that she was making were almost done. There were already four pancakes sitting on the serving plate, and four more in the pan that she just flipped. The breakfast that she was making was more so for the boys because I wasn’t a breakfast person like that. The boys on the other hand, they liked to have five-star meals each morning before going to school, and Yaya, who spoiled the fuck out of them, acting like she couldn’t ever tell them no, would get her ass up, and do it faithfully each morning. I used to get on her about that years ago, telling her that the boys were old enough to fix their own bowl of cereal, put some waffles in the toaster, or even make their own pancakes, but I had to realize that cooking was one of her love languages, even though there were times she liked to talk shit, and act like she didn’t enjoy doing it.
I sat my briefcase down on the table, and I walked over to her. I posted my body directly behind her, mounting over her, and wrapping my long arms around her small waist. I buried my head into the crook of her neck, tickling her with my beard, asI inhaled her scent. She showered after we finished fuckin, so I could smell the vanilla on her body.
Being around her, it was in my nature to always touch on her, sniff her, kiss her, so it didn’t take long for me to reach my hands up, untie the cream-colored robe that she was wearing from the front, and I exposed her body. The only thing that she was wearing underneath her robe was a pair of panties. I slipped both my hands up her soft, warm body, and I cuffed her breast from the front, twiddling with her nipples, using my hands.
“The pussy, and head you gave me this morning was amazing baby. Can’t nobody do shit to me today to fuck up my day. I needed that. Shit was so good that I want to drop a few dollars in your account,” I joked, and she laughed, while reaching her elbow back, and she playfully nudged me in my chest.
With my head still being pressed into the crook of her neck, she turned her head around, so that she could look at me, and she kissed me on my lips. I kissed her back, and then I parted my lips a little bit, stuck my tongue out for her to grab, and she sensually sucked on it, and while we were tongue kissing, I was still playing with her nipples, getting her hot. Right when that shit started feeling so fuckin good, and she was moaning into the kiss, I heard one of my cock blocking ass kids suck their teeth.
“All this intimate stuff that ya’ll be doing, that’s gone make me move out. Ya’ll be tripping,” of course that was Creed’s ass. He was behind us, so he couldn’t see his mother’s body that I exposed. I played that shit off well though by quickly going for the strings of her robe, and like the pro that I was, I tied it back, and I stepped away from her.
I turned around to look at Creed, thinking that it was just going to be him standing there, but Legend was there as well, and he’d already grabbed a seat at the island. Both my boys were dressed in their school uniform, and they had their bookbagsresting on the coffee table that was by the kitchen. It was the same coffee table where I left my briefcase.
“Move out, and go where? Soft ass nigga, you still ask your mama to cut your pancakes,” I fucked with him, and of course Yaya reached her hand back, and she pushed me, not finding that shit funny at all.
Creed was the son that swore up and down that he was so grown, but he relied on his mama for every little thing. I don’t know how the hell he was going to survive when he went off for college because if he thought that Yaya was going to be jumping on a plane, rushing to his rescue any time that he needed her to do something for him, then he was sadly mistaken.
“Grandma crib or something. It’s crazy because I wanted ya’ll back together more than anybody. I missed the whole family dynamic, but ya’ll do too much man. Every time I walk in a room, you got your tongue down her throat,” his little ass was still going, as he pulled back the barstool that was facing the island, so that he could take a seat.
I walked over to the island, crossed my arms, and I examined both my boys. Legend was too busy with his head in his phone, glued to that, letting that take up all his attention, not giving a damn what his brother was talking about.
“Close your eyes then son. Your mama like it. I’m not bothering her with it. I’m bothering you, Boobie?” I took my eyes off Creed to look at Yaya, but she moved around the kitchen, acting like she didn’t even hear me.
“Creed, don’t you have that test today in physics? Are you ready for it?” Yaya asked, coming over with two plates in her hands for the boys, and she sat it right in front of them.
“Yeah. I’m ready. I been studying all week. What Ima get when I pass?” he asked her, and she rolled her eyes at his question.
“Nothing because you’re supposed to make good grades. I hate it when you ask that. That’s just like me asking you what somebody is going to give me for making sure that I take care of you. You don’t get rewarded for doing what you’re supposed to do,” she fussed at him, and he was too busy picking up the sausage on his plate with his hands, and chewing it, that he didn’t even respond back to her.
Like the mama’s boy that his ass was, he sat there, while she came around, and cut the three pancakes that she’d put on his plate.
“When you get a girlfriend, it’s going to be hard for you. You going to expect every girl to be like your mama,” I threw at him, tapping Yaya on her ass when she cut by me to get back in the kitchen.
“It’s not going to be hard for me. It’s going to be hard for them. I got a whole list of expectations,” he said.
“Like what?” I wanted to know.
“Sevyn, it’s food left. You sure you don’t want a plate?” Soraya asked me, standing by the rectangular plate, where there was still scrambled eggs, sausage, and some pancakes left over.
“I’m good, baby. When the coffee finishes, just pour me a cup, please,” I let her know, and then I put my focus back on Creed, waiting to hear what his answer was going to be.
“Back to you. The grown man that just sat here, and willingly let his mama cut his pancakes, what expectations do you have?” I wanted to know, and after I asked it, Legend started laughing.
“She gotta know how to cook. She gotta be pretty. I want her to play sports too because when we have kids one day, our kids gotta be athletic. Gotta be smart too because on those days when I don’t feel like doing my homework, she gotta be able to do it for me. I want her boring. Probably have like one friend. She gotta be green to everything. Like, she don’t know who everybody is and stuff like that. I don’t want her outside every weekend atparties, and stuff. She just gotta be obsessed with me, and only me,” he expressed and when he finished, Yaya was standing at the sink, looking like she wanted to slap the shit out of him, while I couldn’t do anything, but shake my head.
“You sound like you want somebody that’s a dummy, so that you can go out, and do God knows what, and she doesn’t have to know about it. Creed, hurry up, and finish your food before you piss me off,” his mama snapped on him, so I didn’t even have to say anything.
“Why every time I talk about getting a girl, you always get in your feelings?” he wanted to know.
“Because you say stuff that sounds silly. Hurry up, and finish your food,” she snapped again, and it’s like the nigga knew he was getting up under her skin because he just kept on laughing.
We had our little family time this morning, while the boys finished breakfast. By the time they were finished eating, Yaya had washed the dishes, she had my coffee poured in my cup that I would take with me, and we were good on time, about to leave the house.
The boys went over to their mom, hugged her, kissed her cheek, let her know that they loved her, and I handed Legend my keys, telling him to go out with his brother, and start the car up. Once I heard the front door open, and close, and I knew that the boys were out of the house, I went for Soraya, lifting her up, and I sat her down on the counter.
