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I blew out a long breath and opened the door to my bedroom. There wasn’t a single sound, but the smell of coffee lingered in the air. Maybe Sloan and Justice had paid attention to my notes section. I had mentioned that coffee already prepared in the morning was my love language.
But why in the hell would they do that? We’d all been clear about the fact that none of us were looking for love.
Focus, Livvy, focus.
I padded to the kitchen on bare feet and made myself a cup. My mother and I never enjoyed a cup of coffee in peace, no matter how early we woke up. Those boys could sense we were up. A smile played at my mouth remembering the shenanigans of my brothers.
It was always chaos, but we laughed a ton.
Speaking of happiness, or the opposite, I spotted a copy of the four-page memo next to the coffee maker. A four-page document about Koby. They were thorough. That much was for sure.
I read through it while inhaling two cups of coffee. Koby had seemed low-key the night before but as Justice said it was time for his bedtime, I saw a flash of rebellion in the tot’s eyes.
He had the potential for mayhem.
Ninja toddler mayhem.
The light footsteps down the stairs caught my attention as I scoffed at bits of the regimen. A six o’clock wake up. Meal times were strict and no snacks.
A growing panda toddler with no snacks? Gods, that was a recipe for destruction and all-around frustration.
I would be giving the kid snacks. Period.
“Oh my! Is that a ferocious panda I hear? Oh! I’m so scared.”
Koby stuck his little head around the corner and growled.Not bad, kid.“I am scawwy!”
“I’m so scared. I might not be able to make you breakfast!”
A giggle erupted, and he jumped so that all of him was in view. “It’s just me…Koby. Don’t you remember?”
“I remember you. Do you remember my name?”
“Wivvy.”
The Ls as Ws were making me mushy on the inside. What a cutie.
I knew that in my syllabus there was probably a list of what to give the tyke, but maybe I could give him a voice. “What do you want for breakfast?”
A shrug. Maybe the book of Koby would have something.
“Do you want a smoothie bowl or avocado toast?” My mom insisted we eat bacon and eggs for breakfast 90 percent of the time. Said we needed it to grow. My brothers grew up tall and lean, while I was curvy and short like my mom.
“Smoothie bowl!” Koby said and ran to the fridge and opened the freezer drawer. Inside was an array of frozen, organic fruit and grass-fed, organic beef, and every other meat you could think of.
I’d seen other people make smoothie bowls on TV but this would be my first try.
He decided on blueberries and frozen bananas as the base and soon, I made artwork of the whole thing, decorating with slivers of coconut meat, crushed macadamia nuts, and a drizzle of honey. “How’s that?” I asked.
“Perfect, honey.”
I snickered at his candor but he didn’t seem fazed. Maybe that was something Sloan and Justice had called their mate.
“After this, we will clean up and then go play outside. What do you think? Wait, isn’t there a park? I thought I saw one when we were on our way here.”
I was mostly talking to myself, but Koby chimed in with a mouth full of purple mush. “Park!”
This whole nanny thing was going to be easier than I thought.
