“Don’t bother me while I’m chopping,” she warns, lifting her knife to point it at me. “You have a breakfast sandwich on the top shelf. Heat it for one minute, or eat it cold like a heathen.”
“You know me too well.” I’m definitely eating it like a heathen. Something about a cold egg, double bacon, and cheese on a buttery croissant makes me so fucking happy. “I’m grabbing some berries for Jade and the babies too.”
“We need to grow them in the greenhouse,” she tells me, shaking her head. “We go through berries faster than we go through coffee now.”
I chuckle, grabbing my wrapped sandwich, a bottle of water, and the whole bowl of raspberries. “Don’t pretend you don’t love going to the markets to flirt with that farmer. What was his name again?”
She huffs, not even cracking a blush. “Get out of my kitchen before I decide that you do not get lunch.”
“Love you too, Martha.” I head out before she can smack me with a dish towel or threaten my dinner next.
My stomach growls as I hustle back into the living room, more than ready to devour my breakfast. I hand Jade her berries and hop onto the other end of the couch, tearing open my food while checking my phone.
Anya
I believed it was you without the pictures, but it’s nice to see them. They like to wake up early, then?
I snag a huge bite before typing out my response.
Matteo
TOO early. I don’t think Cesar would ever sleep if he could help it. I think he hates missing out on anything that could possibly be going on at any given time.
Matteo
FOMO at age one is wild, but that’s our boy.
“Who are you texting this early?” Jade asks, her voice pulling me away from my phone. “And while you’re eating? You always say no text is more important than your food.”
Swallowing my mouthful, I roll my eyes. “I can multitask when I want to.”
My sister raises a brow at me. “Nice deflection, but that didn’t answer my question.” A chime fills the room as my phone dings and she gives me another look filled with suspicion. “And your ringer is on? That’s not unusual at all.”
“Your sarcasm is noted, and it’s not appreciated,” I tell her, sounding insulted. “I got you a bowl of berries and all you do to repay me is hurt my feelings with your mockery.”
She scoffs. “You’re a terrible actor.”
“You’ve crushed me,” I gasp, clutching my chest in pain. “My dreams of winning a Grammy, slain by my only sister’s harsh words.”
“Grammys are music awards,” Ivan cuts in, rolling his eyes from his spot on the floor.
Huh.“What’s the acting one?”
“There are several,” he replies dully.
“Weird,” I reply, thinking about it. “I feel like I should have known that.”
“I’m not surprised that you don’t,” Jade says with a little hint of sass. “You think zombie movies are peak entertainment.”
A genuine gasp bursts from my lips. “Now you’re just being mean, dear sister. You said you like my movies. Thelies—the deceit!”
“You’re still avoiding my question.”
My phone chimes again and I can’t help but check it.
Anya
But you like to sleep in?
