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I laughed hard. “Fuck no. I’ll accept your denial if that’s what you choose but I can’t promise I’ll like that shit.”
The conversation had gotten heavy so she chose to lighten the mood. Jhorie was still trying to figure out how to navigate things with us. As sure as I was, she deserved the space to meet me there.
“Then I think we’ll be just fine.”
“Indeed we will.”
fifteen
Jhorie.
This had been my third morning being woken up by Ezekiel’s mouth and hands followed by another very pleasing body part. After multiple orgasms he was off to start his day and I crawled back under the covers to sleep for a few more hours until my body decided it was rested enough to function through the day.
Once I was dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen because this was also my third day of being granted access to breakfast on demand. I never requested anything that wasn’t already prepared but I didn’t have to because whatever she made was always amazing.
But this morning I had company in the kitchen. A little body darted around the island and crash landed right into me. The collision sent him tumbling back until he landed on his rear end and his bowl of fruit went airborne and rained around him. When he swung his tiny face left and right and those big, beautiful brown eyes looked as if they might tear up, I immediately jumped into action, lifted him into my arms, and set him on the island.
“Hey buddy, looks like we made a little mess, didn’t we?”
“You made me drop my breakfast.” His little brows pinched and I almost laughed. He was undeniably handsome and looked a lot like both his uncle and father.
Father, shit.
My eyes shot up to find the older version of my new friend closely watching us. When he noticed the panic in my expression, he smiled. “You don’t have to be nervous.”
“I’m not,” I defended but he chuckled and adjusted the baby girl in his arms who was another miniature version of himself.
“You look nervous.”
“Well, I’m not.”
I had only been around Elias the night of Cress’s performance and we didn’t interact much. His attention was focused on his wife, but the man was very much like his brother. Intense. Elias, in comparison to Ezekiel, didn’t seem as welcoming. Maybe I was nervous. I’d plowed into his kid and sent his breakfast flying to the floor. And considering the very intense way he looked at me at the moment, well, yeah, maybe he didn’t make me feel all that warm and fuzzy.
“Daddy, I spilled my fruit.”
Elias’s eyes left me and his entire demeanor relaxed when they landed on his son. “Yeah, you did, buddy. Let me get your sister in her high chair and I’ll get you some more.”
“She can do it. She made me spill it.” His little brows pinched again when eyes just as dark as his father’s landed on me. His expression mirrored Elias’s but in a more adorable way.
“It wasn’t intentional, Amel. You don’t demand anything from the people in this house, you ask.”
He nodded at his father then his eyes were on me again. “Can you get another breakfast,please?” The kid’s smile was so charming my heart melted. He was an Omari man through and through.
How the hell was I supposed to deny him after that?
“Yep, I sure can. Let me clean up what we spilled and I’ll replace it.”
“Youspilled it,” he said with a flash of mischief and his father only laughed.
“You don’t have to do that. Let me get her situated…”
“Nope, he’s right. I crashed right into him. It’s only fair that I clean it up.” I winked at Amel and kneeled to collect the spilled fruit, dumping it into the trash and placing the bowl in the sink before wiping the floor with a handful of wet paper towels so there wouldn’t be any sticky residue.
Amel sat patiently on the island, watching me until I located another bowl, then pointed to the massive display of fresh fruit.
“What do you like?”
“All of it. Mommy said I have to eat colorful like my daddy.”
