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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Jorja treats her wife to breakfast for their anniversary. +baby Arali 🥺

🤎 Salem King: 23, Florist & environmental/social activist

🤎 Jorja King: 21, freelance writer/photographer & environmental/social activist

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians, fluff, suggestive comments from wife, established relationship, motherhood, mention of breastfeeding, just soft stuff I’m tired of angst and smut tbh

🤎 A/N: listen my wattpad days started (and ended) with Janet Jackson and her fandom so most of my pieces in my drive 100% were made for that fandom. Again, goes out to @certainlynotasimp enjoy love bug 🫶🏾

🤎 Word count: 2k

16th March 1996

“Loving you is easy ‘cause you’re beautiful. Not only in your physicality but the grace and beauty of your heart is one that can attract nothing but the love of those around you. I cherish my position as your partner in love and in life. My dearest, Jorja, I love you.”

Salem

If given the choice between fame and being in my daughter’s life, I’d choose the latter every single time because when it comes to this life, first and foremost, I’m a mother. Our daughter was the gravity that pulled us closer together the older she got. Against all odds, having her cemented our lives together, ultimately showing all the people who said we wouldn’t make it past high school that our love wasn’t going anywhere.

I ran my fingers up and down Jorja’s arm lazily as I took in the view that spanned before our grand windows, sighing contently. I looked down as Arali stirred slightly, pulling her closer to my chest, “Be still, love, I’m right here.”

As she relaxed in my arms, Jorja tightened her arm around my waist, mumbling sleepily, “Mm, good morning, baby.”

I shh’d her softly, “Shh, I don’t wanna wake her too early. She’ll have that little attitude. Good morning, my love.”

“Do you know what today is,” she whispered, kissing behind my ear.

I smiled, whispering back, “Happy anniversary, Sweet-pea.”

She moved down, trailing toward my shoulder, “Happy 5 years, Jellybean.”

“It’s your year to plan our anniversary, right?”

“Yep, and I’ve already been working on what to do. Meet me in the kitchen when she finally wakes up. I’m going to make breakfast.”

I closed my eyes, the kisses coupled with her rubbing my side starting to put me back to sleep myself, “Yeah? What’s on the menu, chef?”

She moved from rubbing slow circles to an up and down motion as she kissed back up to my ear, “You’ll see. Surprise number one happens to be breakfast.”

I nodded half-heartedly, drifting further back to sleep, “Mhmmm, I love you, Jorja.”

She placed one last kiss on my temple as she went to get up, “I love you more, Salem.”

I held onto Arali a bit tighter with my right arm, reaching back with my left to hold her in place, “Wait, come back.”

She laid back behind me, “Yes, my love?”

“You made it uneven when you kissed my temple. Fix it.”

“What’s the number,” she asked with a chuckle.

“17.”

“You want 20?”

“Can we make it 24?”

She sat up slightly, “Look over your shoulder for me.” I did as she said and she raised my chin, pressing 7 kisses against my lips softly, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. She added 2 more, kissing my nose and forehead, “Better?”

“Most definitely,” I hummed as I lay back down.

“Going back to sleep on me,” she asked as she got out of bed finally.

I raised a brow, “Hm?”

She giggled, “I’ll bring breakfast up when it’s done, okay?”

“M’kay.”

I’d never understand the power she had to make me relax so much with just a few touches. It never failed, but every time she got to rubbing or kissing on me, I had no choice but to melt into her. Granted, Arali did keep me up for a while last night while she slept, the amount of time it just took her to make me sleepy again felt like seconds.

The rest was short-lived as Ara started crying, squirming against my chest. I sat up, bringing her with me as I cooed, “The perfect alarm, hm? What’s the matter, bumblebee?” She continued crying as I checked her diaper, finding it was still dry. I called downstairs, “Baby! Do we have any bottles down there?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot to remind you to pump last night.”

“It’s fine, I’ll do it before we go to sleep tonight!”

“You won’t have time! Cynara is coming to get her!”

“You set up for someone to watch our child without telling me?”

“It’s your sister, Lemmy, not some stranger!”

“Yeah, whatever!”

I picked Ara up, heading to her nursery to grab a bib and nursing blanket, “So loud, all for some food. Let’s try something solid first, hm?”

I made my way downstairs, sitting down at the dining table, “Baby, do we have some strawberries?”

“Yeah, I’ll bring a bowl, just gimme a sec.”

I reached out as she handed me a small bowl of sliced strawberries, “Thank you. You want some berries, Ara,” I asked, trying to feed her a piece. She smacked my hand away and I poked my bottom lip out, “C’mon, look, baby, they’re good, see?” I tried again after I tossed one into my mouth and she pushed my hand, twisting her head away and crying harder.

Jorja came around the corner, holding out her arms, “Do you want me to take her?”

I shook my head, “I’ve gotta breastfeed her, it’s fine.”

“Just let me try for a second, yeah?”

I handed her over, watching her try and fail to feed our daughter a strawberry. I held my arms back out, “Yeah, let me have her, baby. I’ll have to pump eventually today if she’s gonna be acting like this.”

She chuckled, kissing my forehead as Arali latched on, “She just loves her-”

“The fuck,” I yelped.

“What happened?”

“Your daughter just bit my nipple, that’s what.”

She gasped, “Ara, that’s my job!”

I pushed her in the shoulder, “Go finish cooking, Jorja.”

“I love you too. Stop biting your Mommy, Arali.”

I ran my fingers through her hair as I looked down, sticking my tongue out, “I don’t think you realize how long it took me to grow these and you’re just gonna suck ‘em dry, huh?”

“Don’t blame that on my baby, she did not ask you to breastfeed her.”

“Again, nothing against anyone who chooses formula, but I enjoy breastfeeding most times……sometimes. Lately with her teething though? Jesus. I still don’t like being bitten is all, I guess.”

“I can make you like it,” she mumbled as she placed a platter of fruits on the table.

I pushed her hip as she stood back up, “Stop being nasty.”

“It’s our anniversary, I have a right to be nasty.”

“Not while I’m feeding our child, no thank you.”

She chuckled as she went back into the kitchen, “Alright, alright. I’ll burp her when you’re done.”

“Oh yeah because that’s such a chore.”

“The way you make it seem? Hell yeah, it is.”

Arali unlatched and I raised a brow, “Welp, come on with it then. She’s ready for you, Mama.”

“So, you know I love you, right?”

“I know you’re full of shit. I know that.”

“Salemmmmm.”

“Jorjaaaaa, come burp your baby.”

“Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to burp her?”

“Both. you can burp her before you continue.”

“Nice try, but if you want what I’m making to turn out right, you’ll go ahead and burp her because you know that I love you.”

“Mhm. I’m gonna remember this.”

“Can you go back to being my Italian wife? My American one is mean.”

I ignored her comment as I sat Arali up in my lap, “Hiya Mama’s baby! Did you sleep well, Bumblebee?” She cooed, sputtering as I started to rub and softly pat her back. I giggled as I cleaned the bit of spittle that came out of her mouth, “You got it, baby. Push that shit out, girly.”

Jorja gasped from the kitchen, “Uh- hello?!”

“Hey?”

“Don’t 'hey' me,” she quipped as she placed more fruit onto the table, “You know she’s in her tape recorder stage. You can’t be cussing around her or the next thing she’ll be saying is that.”

I chuckled, “Oh trust me, I know how it goes. Mother thought you’d never stop saying the b-word.”

“Jokes on her, I still say it, just not in front of her,” she remarked proudly.

Arali let out a guttural burp and I snickered, “Ara says you’re full of it.”

“Did not.”

Ara played with my fingers, “Stop.”

I kissed her cheeks sloppily, “That’s right, baby, you tell her.”

“You two are gonna stop ganging up on me like that,” she called from the kitchen.

I held her on my hip as I stood, “I’m coming in there, so hide the food.”

“Salem, sit back down.”

“But why? I don’t like breakfast surprises, this is valuable time that I could be bothering you.”

She chuckled as she poked her head around the corner, “You can bother me after I finish cooking, I promise, baby.”

I huffed as I sat back down, looking down at Ara in my lap, “You see that, Bumblebee? Your Mama doesn’t love us for real. Won’t even let us bother her while she cooks anymore.”

She called from the kitchen, “Don’t be lying to my baby, Salem.”

“I’m not lying at all. It’s as if you don’t love either of us anymore. We’re going to die of love deprivation. Pass on of broken hearts.”

“Oh, such wonderful acting. How Shakespearean of you, my love. One doth but wish that such traits should be carried on from you and into our offspring,” she remarked dramatically as she placed more platters onto the table.

I raised a brow in confusion, “Jorja, you know that I love your cooking, but are you making breakfast for the three of us or the entire family? There’s so much.”

She chuckled, taking Ara from my arms as she babbled and reached for her, “I may have gotten carried away when I was cutting up fruit earlier before I came and got back into bed with you and so when I came down to start actually cooking I figured I’d make everything in bulk so that we could leave some solid food here for Ara to eat and we know Nara will eat just about anything if you put it in front of her. Then we won’t have to worry about her trying to order something and feed Arali some greasy takeout from somewhere.”

I nodded as I watched her start to coo at A, “Good thinking ahead. I was going to ask how would Cy feed her if I won’t have time to pump. I might pump enough for a bottle or two just to be safe. She seems to be wanting milk only today. Here, try to give her a strawberry again.”

She took the slice from me, holding it out to Arali who wasted no time pushing it into her Mama’s face. I held back a laugh as Jorja huffed, wiping it off and turning to A, “Now look here, Bumblebee. It’s one thing not to want it. It’s another to push food into people’s faces. That’s not nice, baby girl. If you don’t wanna eat something, you can say no. We need to get you saying sorry soon, you’re mean just like your Mommy.”

I scoffed, holding a hand to my chest as J sat the baby back in my lap, “I have hardly ever been a mean person. I would hate for you to get it in our daughter’s head that I am either.”

“You can fool yourself, but you can’t fool me, Jellybean,” she retorted, tapping my nose with her finger playfully.

I poked out my bottom lip, “It’s as if you don’t even love me sometimes.”

She gave me a look, “Now you know that’s not true. C’mon, give me the baby so you can eat and go upstairs to get ready. I’ve got a nice day planned ahead of us.”

“Do you now,” I asked as I handed Arali back over to her, “You made it seem as if you didn’t even know what you wanted to do for breakfast this morning back in the room. You had to ask if it were my year or yours”

She shook her head as she kissed my forehead “You need to start going to sleep at night, my love. That was you who asked if it was my year.”

“Well-”

“Aht-ah, kiss Ara and let me go get the french toast.”

I gasped before my lips met our daughter’s cheek, “Oh, I swear I love you to death, Sweet-pea. You’re lying.”

“Nope, just let me get to the kitchen, okay?”

I could barely stop smiling as I kissed Arali’s cheek a few times, her smile making me beam even more, “I love you two so much.”

She raised my chin with her free hand to peck my lips, returning my smile, “We love you most, Jellybean.”

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