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“Kiyah, you had a long move-in day. Don’t you want to lie down?”
“No, I want to play cars.”
“Daisy?”
“I want milk.”
Brilliant idea, Daisy. Warm milk for all.
“All right. Let’s go get a snack.”
* * *
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m late,” I muttered, clearing the last stair while attempting to wrangle my tie.
“Jonathan! You have two minutes!” Kierra yelled from the kitchen. “Grant, please sit and eat your breakfast. Casey, slow down before you choke. Kiyah, stop sucking down all that juice and eat. Daisy, you keep doing what you’re doing, sweetie,” I heard her tell the children as I entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, everyone,” I rushed out. I was greeted by a cacophony of good mornings from the children as I searched the cabinet for my coffee travel mug.
“Coffee and breakfast are on the kitchen island.”
I turned to find my favorite stainless steel travel mug and a small blue lunchbox waiting for me.
“Thank you, Kierra. You’re a godsend,” I muttered, unscrewing the lid.
“There are two creams and two sugars in there.”
“How did you know? I never told you how I liked my coffee.”
“Grant told me,” she confessed as she wiped syrup from Daisy’s face, giving her the full mother treatment.
“Good job, Grant. You’ve earned yourself an extra thirty minutes of screen time,” I praised, suddenly noticing the graphic t-shirt Kierra wore.
“Can I have extra screen time?” Casey pleaded.
“If your room is clean by the time I come home.”
“What about me?” Kiyah asked.
“Um…your room isn’t atrocious like Casey’s, so draw me a pretty picture for my office, and then I’ll see what I can do.”
“It’ll be a motorcycle,” she informed before biting into a turkey sausage link.
“I expect nothing less. Kierra, you wouldn’t happen to be trolling me with that shirt, would you?” I asked, gathering the coffee and breakfast I never expected.
She smiled and started loading dishes in the dishwasher. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.
“Metallica? Really? After all that crap you gave me?”
“You have more to worry about than what I’m wearing, like getting to work on time. Goodbye. Have a good day, Jonathan.”
I nodded affirmatively before addressing the children. “I want you all to know that I’m not leaving because I’m being dismissed but because I have to go to work.”
“Go make money!” Kiyah exclaimed, punching her fork in the air.
“Kiyah, don’t say that,” Kierra chastised firmly.
“Sorry,” Kiyah apologized, lowering her head.
