Page 33 of Three of a Kind

“I don’t mind.” Libby’s curls bounce as her head shakes.

“I bet you don’t, but I’m not sure if I’ve got the skills necessary to keep that pancake in one piece.” Noble laughs, and my freaking heart races.

What in the world is happening?

“I can do it,” Libby says with complete confidence.

“Yeah, see, you and me, we’ve got trust issues,” he says, booping her on the nose playfully. “I’m never going to recover from having to pluck your Pull-Up out of the toilet first thing this morning.”

“But I did change myself,” she says, nodding. “I did.”

My hand flies to my mouth as I try to hold back a laugh. Tossing her Pull-Up in the toilet and trying to flush it, rather than tossing it in the trash can, does seem like something my kid would do.

“Ahh, I think Mommy caught us.” Noble catches sight of me and winks. “Go say good morning while I handle this.” He scoops her up, setting her on her feet. “Morning, Mama.” His eyes sparkle.

I’m so transfixed that Libby barrels into my knees, making me stumble backward.

“Morning, Mommy,” she squeals. “Noble is making me breakfast.”

I bend down and pick her up as my eyes fly to the alpha in question.

“I’m cooking for all three of us,” he says, smirking as he flips the pancake.

Libby wraps her arms around my neck, giving me a slobbery kiss. “I got dressed all by myself.”

“Wow.” I run my hand down her back. “You sure did. Good job.”

“Thanks.” She wiggles her legs. “I want to get down.”

I laugh, setting her back on her feet.

Kids are so blunt sometimes.

It’s cute.

You always know what she’s thinking.

She runs off toward her bedroom, but I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m still in the dress I wore last night.

Luckily, it’s Saturday.

I don’t have to work until this afternoon. I have a closing shift at the bookstore, and I’m off tomorrow. My upstairs neighbor watches Liberty when the daycare is closed.

I’m still baffled.

Noble not only slept over…

He stuck around to cook us breakfast.

Maybe I’m dreaming?

What the hell is happening in my life?

In addition to cooking for us, Noble also washes the dishes after we eat together.

Libby grabs her cup and takes off toward her bedroom.

I’m going to need to remember to search for that later, so it doesn’t get put down somewhere with milk in it. Those are terrible to clean if they sit for any amount of time.

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