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“He’s on his way back from the office.”

“Oh…” Taeja answered, remembering that he had an important board meeting early this morning.

“Do you want pancakes?”

“No,” she laughed. “Yago write F U pon Damon’s pancakes again.”

Zain snickered. “He knows I don’t mean it.”

Taeja rolled her eyes with a smile, watching him grab bacon and eggs from the fridge. He grabbed his phone, typed for a while, then started cooking. Taeja restedher head in her hand while she watched him. When Damon came, she let him in.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Damon bent to kiss her cheeks and mouth. “How are you feeling?”

She smiled. “Good morning. I’m feeling better. How was your meeting?”

“We can talk about it later. I want to focus on you. How did you sleep?” he asked as they headed to the kitchen.

“Good.” She sat at the island, watching Damon take a small bundle out of his briefcase and toss it toward Zain. “Where yu get fever grass from?”

“Our house.”

“Our.Mi love tha word deh isi.”

Damon snickered as he sat beside her.

“Look how we tek ova mi father place,” she joked.

“Nobody gives a fuck about him,” Zain said, making Taeja roll her eyes.

They had small talk until the food was ready, and they ate with good conversations, too.

“That was good. Thanks, Zain,” Taeja said, wiping the grease away from her mouth with a napkin. “An apple would be nice to wash it down.”

“You want an apple?” Zain reached for his phone.

“I have a lot of apples at school, so you don’t have to get any for me. I know how you are,” she said, and he moved his hand away from his phone.

Zain cleared his throat as Damon grabbed their plates and moved to the sink to wash up while giving him a pressing stare.

“What is it?” Taeja asked.

“I want us to talk about your limits,” Zain said.

She shook her head. “You want a submissive outlet when you’re angry, and I will be that for you. I trust you, Zain. I love everything you do to me. If I ever reach my limit, I know what to say and do if I want you to stop. Just don’t make me fall asleep when you’re done, because I don’t want to feel like that again.”

The brothers glanced at each other. Zain had a small smirk when he looked back at her.

“Okay, Taeja,” Zain said.

Finished with the dishes, Damon stood beside Zain. “Baby, do you want to gosee if you can climb down the tree without getting stuck this time?”

“I got a thousand on her getting stuck again,” Zain said.

“I won’t bet because I know she’s getting stuck again.”

Taeja gasped. “Mi cya stand unu!” she exclaimed, and they laughed. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her vibrating phone to see a text from Liyah.

The ring has been in me for an hour and I haven’t vomited yet. I’m taking that as a good sign.

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