On the countertop next to me was a glass bowl with several eggs that I'd cracked opened and whipped up along with a can of biscuits and a box of sausage. I suppose I was starting to feel as if I belonged to a real family even though Jordan and Mike didn't like my boyfriend and Mike seemed to enjoy getting on my nerves. However, I came to the conclusion that it was just their way of showing that they cared about me and I couldn't blame them for that. Everyone was still in bed, but I knew that it wouldn't be long before the scent of food wafting through the house would make all of them spring up. A short while later, just as I was taking the warm sausage patties out of the oven, Jordan walked into the kitchen. "Man, that smells good, Keysha," he said as he walked over to the stove to see what I'd prepared. "What's the occasion?" he asked. "Nothing," I said. "I just wanted to cook for everyone. Do you have an issue with that?" "No.
