Carnival (Migos FanFiction) (Offset FanFiction)

32.

I searched through the refrigerator, looking for something to cook. I decided to just do something simple and make chicken alfredo since the chicken was already thawed out. I went to the pantry and grabbed the boxes of fettuccine noodles and alfredo sauce. I put a pot filled with water on the stove as Kiari's girl walked down thee stairs.

"What's your name again?" She asked me. I giggled.

"Brianna, what's yours?"

"Timara." She said while turning the stove up so the water could boil. I plugged the George Foreman grill up and turned it on. I set it on 375 degrees then put the chicken on a cutting board, seasoning it before putting in on the grill.

"What y'all do for fun out here?" She asked while pulling her blue jean shorts down a little bit. I answered her after I put the top on the grill down.

Her son, Trey, and Malia came in the kitchen. Malia sat at the table and rested her head on her hand.

"Go on Malia, you know I hate when you do that." I said, referring to her waiting on me to finish cooking. It makes me feel rushed.

"Ugh. Whatever Brianna." She groaned then smacked her teeth before walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. She's getting too beside herself. She acting like she fourteen even though she just turned seven yesterday. "Stupid." She muttered from the living room but I still heard her.

I went over to her and hit her in her mouth. Not hard enough to make her bleed but hard enough to make her cry. She threw Trey's iPad down and ran upstairs. Trey picked it up then sat on the couch. I went back to the kitchen and sighed.

"She's too damn much. He needa stop spoilin' her grown ass." Timara nodded.

"Or she gon' end up like lil Wayne daughter, spoiled and grown as hell." I laughed. I'm getting a good vibe from her.

I was about to say something back but Malik came in the kitchen with a crying Malia in his arms.

"So we hittin' people's kids now?" Malik's eyes were red and his hair was wet. I guess she pulled him out of the shower.

"Malik get out, I'm not tryna get into no petty argument with you." I took the chicken off the grill while Timara drained the noodles.

"Get out? You just hit my daughter in my house and you tellin' me to get out?" Hell nah. This nigga on some shit. I picked the knife up and pointed it at his nose.

"Don't try to act out just for these kids Malik. This house is in my name. That truck you got is in my name. You buy your studio time with my money from my damn checks." I rolled my eyes and continued cutting the chicken.

"You got you a lil' friend and don't know how to act. That's crazy." He walked out the kitchen with Malia right on his tails.

"Girl you should've stabbed his ass. I can't believe he tried to run up on you like that." I laughed and poured the sauce in the pot.

This girl a fool.