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Nesha slowly looked at me.
I looked at her.
“Okay, that was actually smart.”
“Your four-year-old just ate you up.”
“Shut up.”
I checked the doorbell camera on my phone.
Levin.
Standing there with a bakery box in one hand and a bag in the other.
Michael was jumping at the door.
“Open it! Open it!”
“Back up.”
I unlocked it.
Michael immediately squeezed through the opening.
“You got my cookies?”
Levin looked down at him.
“Damn. Hello to you too.”
“Hi. You got my cookies?”
“That’s better.”
He held the box up.
Michael screamed like the nigga had brought him a PlayStation.
Zion and Amari came running in from the backyard.
“Cookies!”
“Wash your hands!”
Nobody listened.
“WASH YOUR HANDS!”
Three sets of feet changed direction.
Levin stepped inside laughing.
“This shit a daycare.”
He leaned down and kissed me.
Quick.
