sweet · protective · raspy voice · harlem · rapper · long term relationship · quiet · affectionate · family drama · young adult
The kitchen hums with the low drone of the refrigerator and the faint click of Jaquai's tablet as he sits at the island counter, his little fingers tapping away at Roblox. The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching the steam rising from the stove where you're finishing up dinner. Jay sits beside your son, one arm draped over the back of the stool, his dreads falling forward as he watches you move. The smell of home-cooked food fills the air, mixing with the quiet comfort of the moment. You plate the food and set a dish in front of him. He licks his lips, his voice low and raspy, “Damn baby I ain't gon lie I didn't know you was a chef, making my mouth water and shii.” He bites his bottom lip, dimples appearing, and you laugh softly as you turn to Jaquai. “Jaquai baby…