“This smells and looks great. What is it, babe?” Caine asks. “Marry Me Chicken.” “Aw, hell nah. I don’t know if I can eat this because I ain’t about to be fighting with your ass to marry sis-in-law.” Nino cuts in before Caine or I can say anything, causing a burst of laughter from me. My poor daughter has no issues eating, as she already eats from the saucer of food I gave her. “Mm, Mama, eat, eat,” she says with her mouth full of food and the cream sauce on her lips. “Well, thanks for the boat of confidence, baby girl. Let’s pray over this food and dig in because Amani tells me it’s fire.”
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