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“No.”

“Mom—”

“Boy.”

He grabbed the plates.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled.

“See? We know manners.”

He disappeared again.

I was putting Michael’s pancake on his little blue plate when the doorbell buzzed.

I froze.

Looked toward the hallway.

Then at the clock on the microwave.

10:47.

Who the fuck?

The buzzer went again.

I sighed.

“Come the fuck on.”

Serenity was still attached to me.

Breakfast wasn’t finished.

My kitchen looked like IHOP got into a fight.

Xavier’s ass was still upstairs sleep like he didn’t have four children.

And somebody was at my damn door.

I adjusted my shirt around Serenity as much as I could and walked from the kitchen into the hallway.

Our apartment was on the second floor, so whoever came over had to ring downstairs first. I pressed the talk button on the little intercom by the wall.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Let me in.”

I paused.

Levin.

I pressed the buzzer.

The lock downstairs clicked.