𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

19.

Next Day.

Nylah let out a low groan, stirring in her sleep, feeling like it was time for her to wake up.

She yawned, stretching as her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dark room. Looking over, Kentrell slept in the same state she'd saw him in last night, and she rubbed his face.

She softly pecked his lips, before standing up from the bed, walking to the bathroom.

Deciding to mind her business this time, all she did was pee, wash her face, and then brush her teeth, finally walking back out the bathroom.

Knowing that Kentrell would probably be hungry once he woke up due to her emptying his stomach last night, she walked downstairs to the kitchen to make him breakfast.

Connecting her phone to the speaker, she shuffled her playlist, turning it down so that it wouldn't wake Kentrell up.

"Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later." She sung, pulling eggs and bacon from the refrigerator.

She grabbed out some onions, tomatoes, ham sandwich meat, blended shredded cheese, and then a few different seasonings from the counter.

"Are you down to be a distraction baby?" She gestured with her hands, scrambling some turkey sausage in the skillet, rolling her hips to the beat of the song.

"But don't distract me, let me ask you baby." She used the spatula, scraping the meat around as it cooked on a high burn level because she hated waiting when she put it on a low level.

She laid a few strips of bacon in the air fryer, her face frowning up as a smell invaded her nose, and she damn near gagged.

Leaning over, she smelled the air fryer which she'd previously cleaned, trying to see if something had maybe burned beneath the surface.

Waving it off, she let the bacon air fry inside, adding sautéed onions, diced tomatoes, and shredded cheese the her turkey sausage.

She loved cooking. Especially things that she liked, which was about the only things she could cook. She didn't know how to make extravagant dishes, just simple things like nachos, spaghetti, fried chicken, side dishes such as macaroni, greens, cabbage-things like that.

She also knew how to make certain traditional dishes from Haiti and the Dominican Republic as well; such as Griot, Accra, Tassot Kribit, Sancocho, and Huevo y Queso Frito-courtesy of her parents and grandparents.

As a kid, her and Kylah rarely ever ate fast food. Their parents loved to cook, so it was a home cooked meal made whenever it was possible.

Nylah would forever be appreciative of the way her parents raised her. Not everybody had the same loving family she did, and she knew that she was very blessed.

She shook her thoughts away, combining everything she'd cooked onto the skillet where she was frying a large egg, and then folded it over, making an omelette.

She drizzled syrup on the top side, flipping it over so that the flavor could cook into the egg, doing the same on the other side.

She repeated the action with another omelette, melting cheese on top of only hers because she knew that Kentrell was lactose intolerance and hated when his stomach began to hurt.

She cooked some cut up breakfast potatoes, crisped on the outside and soft on the inside, drizzling syrup over them for extra flavor, also adding a dash of powdered sugar, and then turning the burner off.

She made two plates for both him and her, also making two cups of apple juice, sitting the on the table.

She could hear the sink running from Kentrell's room upstairs, and she chuckled, knowing the reason he woke up was either because he smelled the food, or didn't feel her skin on his. Most likely the food though.