Thankfully for Dakota's cooking lessons, she was now allowed in the kitchen for more than baking muffins one morning. She was swaying to the tunes as Kota got on air, hovering over the pan full of scrambling eggs and spatula in a hand. Claira was doing morning coloring in her bright pink PJ's at the kitchen island, feet swinging under the wooden stool. Before her instead of a cup of OJ like normal kids, she had a cup of blood - AB to be exact. Dakota was a good sport sometimes to not make a grossed out face.
He was interviewing Chase Rosewinds. She was one of the most rockin' people in RhyDin and Jade dug her. Not to meantion that she had a few Night Rose Cds somewhere. Jade swirled the eggs around the pan here and there, smiling as the two started...
"Welcome back to Solid Steele in the Mornin's with Dakota. As promised, I have with me this mornin' a very special guest. She is Chase Rosewinds, and she was the lead singer of one of the biggest rock bands that we'd ever seen back home, Night Rose. Chase, welcome to Solid Steele."
"Thanks a mill for inviting me, Steele Man." "Glad to be here."
"For those of you who have never heard of this woman, let me tell you, she was a rock goddess. At one point in their history, Night Rose ruled the world. With all that in mind, the one question on everybody's minds is, what kind and what color panties does a rock goddess like Chase Rosewinds have on this mornin'?"
With that, Claira started giggling as Jade's jaw slacked, "Heh heh heh! Mommy!! Daddy asked the lady what cuuuute panties she is wearin'!!" The seven year old popped her head up to look at Jade, crayon in hand nearly forgotten. She was grinning like a fiend, curly black locks bounced in her pigtails. She knew someone was in for it when he got home.
Before Jade could respond to her daughter, Dakota followed up his own words.
"When it comes to breakin' the ice, I'll be damned if I ain't the best! And yes, Jade will completely bury my a** when I get home today. Love you, baby!"
She was already pulling down plates as she glared at the radio, "Ya better love meh, damnit! 'Cuz yer still gettin' yer a** kicked when ya get home!" Huff! She exaggeration, because she'd never hurt him that bad, but she was still going to smack him.
Claira just giggled before sipping out of her cup of blood.
Jade reached for the pan as she set the plates onto the counter next to the already cooked bacon. Then Chase spoke.
"This morning, Steeley, I happen to be wearing a black thong, if you simply must know. I always had a theory that Indians were the raunchiest...I knew all along!"
"Oh no she di--"
Cut off by Claira's insane laughter!
"She's wearing that butt floss like you, Mommy!" Snicker snicker, snort snort.
Blink blink at her daughter. Nope, not even a little peep out of that little Jadey. She just sloooowly turned to pile bacon and scrambled eggs on two plates.
"Darlin', I'm not raunchy. I'm just askin' what every other red blooded man simply doesn't have the b***s to ask. Can I say 'b***s' on the air? Hell, I guess I just did. A black thong? Well, that's all well and good, but I'm determined to give my listeners nothin' but the absolute truth. Now, unless I have visual proof of what you're claimin' here, there jus' ain't no way in hell that I'm gonna be able to verify to my listeners that you're speakin' the truth."
Oh! That was it! "DAKOTA STEELE!" Deadman walking! Spatula was thrown into the sink with that.
Claira's big jade hues grew wide... only for her to start laughing again. Jade turned to make a face at her as she moved towards the island, holding out a plate for her daughter. The little giggles slowed as she took the plate, moving her drawing pad and crayons to set the plate down. Jade set her own plate down on the opposite side of Claira and turned again to get forks.
"Well, aren't you a noble piece of metal? Noble and raunchy, I see." "I haven't pulled my pants down for a radio show in some time. I can't say I'm not bashful about it." "Since I may get my own bells murdered when I come home, I'd like to give a shout out to Travis. I love you, Drummer Boy."
Jade pulled out the silverware drawer and paused... waiting to see what Dakota said.
"Folks, I'm here to tell y'all right now that this rock goddess is indeed wearin' the utter hell out of that black thong. I can indeed verify that she's speakin' the truth. The woman is a rock star, she wears thongs, AND she's obviously never told a lie in her life. What more could a man ask for? Well, let's move onto another topic. Tell my listeners 'bout you, and Night Rose. You guys were arguably the greatest band in the world, and y'all went your separate ways. If you can give the abridged version, go for it. Then again, what the hell, tell us the whole story. I got nearly two hours to kill."
Yep... a grumble slipped passed those crimson lips as she turned again, two forks in hand. She handed one to Claira as she sat in the stool across from her. Claira just grinned. She didn't have to say anything. Soon they both were shoveling into their plates. It was actually nummy.
The rest of the radio show was more... tame. Jade's anger faded well before they finished their plates and when she cleaned them off. Luke was given the scraps, of course. If Dakota was lucky, he'd even hear how great he sounded when they sang Broken. It was as if he was singing just to her! Other girls across RhyDin might have been thinking that too, but Jade knew it!
Jade quickly went upstairs and dressed as the show was coming to a close to dress and do the morning routine of teeth brushing and all that jazz, Claira glued to the tube. It was Dora Dora Dora The Explorer time. Jade bounced back down the stairs to catch the tail end of the broadcast, Dakota thanking Chase and signing off for the day and music coming in to follow him up. That'd mean it'd take him about thirty minutes give or take if he stopped for a bite to eat for him to get home.
Jade pondered and just went for waiting with Claira. Jade liked cartoons somedays.... actually most days. The mini and the mother were curled up together as she heard Dakota rolling up the driveway. Since the new house was a distance away considering how close they both were to town before, She'd let him drive her 'Stang here and there. That was trust right there.
She looked to Claira and pulled her upwards, "Wanna get dressed, sweetie?" The stretched smile on her face told her Kota was in for it.
Claira giggled and nodded, turning to dash up the stairs as Jade stood and rounded the couch. She was standing, hands on her hips and a foot tapping, a yard or two away from the door. Then Dakota pushed open the door, all grins and his left hand full of sandwiches in a paper bag.
"I'm ho--" He trailed off seeing Jade, blinked, and scaled down his grin some, "Hey, baby."
She pursed her lips and did the 'Come Hither' gesture with her index finger. He couldn't argue with her expression. He probably planned for this. He dipped in for a kiss and she shook her head. At that, he lowered his head a little so she could reach him better. Needless to say, her hand came up and gave a good swat to the back of his head.
He winced and tilted his head back up to look at her with a sheepish smile, "Feel better, darlin'?"
She nodded and gave him a smile of her own like nothing ever happened, "Yeeeep."
"Good. How was I?" his free arm slithered around her waist to pull her close before she could answer. He leaned down and planted on on her lush lips. The dizzying, head spinning kind of kiss. He pulled back and gave her that crooked grin. Slowly, the hand full of a bag of sandwiches went up as if to show her, "I brought lunch."
"Ya better have," she snickered, pinching his tush.
A set of giggles came from the stairs before them and a accompanying set of little footsteps dashed their way towards Claira's room on the floor above. Both Jade and Dakota's heads snapped that way and then each other. They shook their heads in unison, "That girl..."
