Page 174 of Treason's Temptation
She yanked the blinds open with a sharp snap, flooding the room with sunlight. Rayven groaned, dragging the covers over her head.
“Rise and shine,” Sloane sang, voice syrupy sweet. “You thought you were grown last night, huh? Now look at you. Can’t even open your eyes.”
“Sloane?” Rayven’s muffled groan turned into, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see my sweet baby girl before she went back to school.”
“Why?!” Rayven’s confusion caused a rumble in my chest that irritated Sloane’s features.
“Whydoesn’t matter. Get up now. You wanted to run with the big dogs, now deal with the fleas.” She snatched the covers back, earning herself another dramatic groan.
From the doorway, I couldn’t help smirking. “You’re evil.”
Sloane turned, arching a brow at me. “I thought college would’ve whipped her into shape, but I see I have to do everything myself since you let her get drunk in the first place.”
I rubbed my belly. “Raise your own child. I have my own to think about now.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t gloat with the genes you and Treason are giving that baby. You’ll see just how much of a headache parenting is real soon.”
Rayven sat up, hair a mess, eyes still half-shut, but her mouth quick as ever. “Vie will be a great mom. After all, she raisedyourkid,” she said, jabbing a thumb at herself.
Sloane snatched the pillow from Rayven’s lap. “Don’t think I won’t snatch that smart mouth off of your face just ‘cause you’re grown. Get up. You need water, Advil, and maybe some bacon if you can stand the smell.” Then tossed it on the armchair on her way out of the room.
Rayven sighed, pushing her feet to the floor. “Why is she trying to be Mother of the Year all of a sudden?”
“No clue. Come on and get up before she comes back.”
“I heard that!” Sloane yelled from the kitchen.
I hurried into the kitchen, asking, “What are you doing?” while Sloane searched the fridge.
“Making breakfast.”
“You don’t cook,” I frowned.
Sloane turned around, and her gaze narrowed because accountability felt like an attack.
“Icancook breakfast, and you might want to mind that smart ass mouth before your baby comes out with one just like it.”
“Remember when she almost burned down the kitchen?” Rayven recalled, slithering into the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket.
“Richard was so pissed,” I laughed, hopping on the stool.
“Richard was always upset about something,” Sloane added.
“Like father, like daughter. I ran into Jazmeen at a Women’s League meeting. She’s still mad you stole her meal ticket.”
“Sounds like she made out alright if she’s at a Woman’s League meeting,” she muttered.
“I wanna know what’s going on with you and Jaleb?” I asked.
“Yeah, isn’t he married?” Rayven added.
“Like that’s ever stopped her.”
Sloane slammed the pot on the stove, turning to me. Rayven dropped her chin, laughing at Sloane’s irritation.
“I see someone’s found their voice and won’t give it a rest. He’s fucking youthatgood, huh?”
