Chyna P.O.V.
I woke up and Chris wasnt next to me. He probably had to go to work. But I hear pots and pans coming from the kitchen. Aww /.\ he must be attempting to make me breakfast. I get up and throw on his T-shirt I saw on the floor and went to brush my teeth. Then I headed downstairs.
I see Chris making breakfast. All this nigga really cooks is spaghetti or fried chicken. Seeing him do this is funny as hell.
"Goodmorning Chef" bowing down to him.
"Goodmorning Freak" he says winking.
I shoot him that "You did not just" type looks.
"Alright. Alright. I'll stop for now. Goodmorning Princess" he says hugging me from the back and kissing my cheek.
"Aww."
"The fuck you awwing for? Dont feel special" he says laughing
"Why you so mean the fuck I did you fucker"
He takes biscuits out the oven then speed walks towards me and picks me up. Then he starts kissing me.
"Chris put me down! Its too early for this"
"Its never to early."
"Nooo. Pineapples! I dont wanna" (kevin hart vc)
He's laughing as he puts me down.
"Well then lets eat fat ass"
"I dont understand why you feel like you gotta insult me" I say punching him in the arm
"I dont understand why I cant get sex in the morning"
"Cuz there food on the stove for me to eat"
He glares at me then throws his hands up.
"FAT ASS"
"Leave me the fuck alone" I say fixing my plate"
He comes and eats a bacon off my plate. "So after you eat I can get sex"
"No." I say hitting him in the stomach for eating my bacon.
"Maaane. You lame"
"A bitch still hurting from last night"
"So that means I put on you right huh?" He says winking.
"Ummm if I do recall I made you moan a couple of times"
He did that thing when you roll your tongue on your gums.
"Whats your point?" he says stepping to me like he wanna fight
"Bruhh... if you wanna square up we can go right now"
"Alright. Slap boxing. If I win we have sex. If you win I leave you alone for this whole day."
"Thats impossible. Your life was made to mess with me"
"You got scouts honor ill behave."
"Alright. After I finish eating."
"Uh uh right now" he says pulling me to the empty part in the living room.
We square up. Looking like idiots. We go back and forth for a couple of minutes. Till he trips me and claims he won.
"Bitch you cheated!!"
"How the fuck is that cheating?!"
"We slap boxing hoe"
"Maan. I won. Now drop them panties"
"You a fucking lie"
He kisses his teeth. "Fine. New bet. Basketball one-on-one."
"First to what?"
"First to 16. We countin just like the NBA."
"Alright. After I finish my breakfast"
"Damn. This bitch still wanna eat"
I throw a cup at him.
We sit in the living room and watch TV till I finish.