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I laughed. “What, baby?”

“I’m ready to go home.”

“Okay. We about to⁠—”

Xay came into the kitchen behind him with Michael in his arms. Michael’s head was hanging against his shoulder, completely knocked out.

“You ready to go, Sam?”

I looked around the kitchen.

There was still food everywhere, foil that needed to go over shit, dishes being washed, leftovers that needed to be separated.

“I’ll stay and help everybody straighten up. You take the kids.”

Xay frowned.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. They tired as hell.”

“I can wait.”

“For what?” I laughed. “Take these babies home and put them in the bed.”

“I’ll drop her home,” Levin said.

My eyes went straight to him.

Levin didn’t look at me.

He was opening one of the cabinets like he’d just offered to pass me the fucking salt.

Xay looked at his brother.

Then at me.

“Yeah, I guess Levin can drop me home,” I said.

Xay nodded.

“Aight. Come give me a kiss.”

I walked over. Xay shifted Michael higher on his arm before leaning down and kissing me.

I kissed him back and for the first time in my entire marriage, kissing my husband made guilt crawl through my stomach.

“You better not be all night,” Xay said.

“I won’t.”

His hand came down on my ass.

I jumped.

“Xavier.”

He grinned.