"I wish that you could see you like I see you. It's not that you're no good, you're just misunderstood. Now it's my job to make you a believer. Them boys ain't like this man, can't love you like I can...If you show me all your flaws I'll show you mine. I'll claim your baggage, no longer need to hide...Cause Imma love you anyway."
-Chris Brown
O M N I S C I E N T :
Everyone in the Beckham Jr. residence gathered together for breakfast on a wonderful Saturday morning. The delectable looking food sat on the wooden dining room table with steam rising from it, ready to be devoured.
"Who wants to lead the prayer?" Granny questioned, scanning around the circle of her loved ones.
"I will," Odell offered.
"Go head then, baby." She encouraged with a smile.
The family clasped hands and bowed their heads.
"God is good, God is great. Thank you for this food today. Bald heads, we all get fed-"
"If you don't quit playin'." Heather nudged her son, smiling at his goofy antics.
"Ight, Imma be serious." He snickered, recollecting himself before bowing his head a second time. "Lord, we come to you on this wonderful day filled with gratitude, asking that you bless this food, the hands that prepared it, and the bodies it's bout to nourish. We have you, we have each other and that alone is every reason to be thankful. May the day that lies ahead be filled with laughter, peace and joy. In Jesus name we pray, Amen."
"Amen!" Everyone repeated in unison. As the food was rotated around, the only thing audible was small talk and the clanging of cutlery against dishes. After everyone was finished serving themselves, they began chatting and just enjoying each other's company.
N O R I A H :
The house was currently in chaos. Everyone was scrambling to get ready simultaneously before eleven- thirty. We were all having a family day at Six Flags Great Adventure. With an hour and twenty minute drive to Jackson, the plan was to be at the park before it opens at one.
I was growing more and more impatient by the millisecond because there was 6 1/2 bathrooms in this mansion and every single one of them managed to be occupied.
"Odell!" I banged on the door. "Open up!! I have to do my hair and makeup!"
"Ight! Hang on!" He responded before I heard the shower cut off.
He unlocked the door, opening it wide enough for my entry and the steam's escape. I immediately bit my lip at the sight before me. Water was dripping down his pecks and abdomen while a towel was loosely tucked around his waist, showing off his deep Apollo's belt.
"Thank you," I cleared my throat, brushing past him. I sat my natural hair products and make up bag on the marble counter top.
"Why you ain't get in the shower with me," Odell groped my thighs, pressing what felt like his phallic member against my behind.
"Dellie...you need to get dressed." I moved my neck out of his lips reach. Neck kisses were my weakness. He knew that.
"I asked you a question." His chin rested on my collarbone as he studied my reflection in the mirror.
"I didn't want to," I leaned toward the mirror more, applying my mascara.
He scoffed with a smirk on his moisturized lips. "Ion believe that but ight."
