“Okay.” He looked around the table. “Everybody got lunch packed?”
“Yep.”
“Drake?”
“Morrocco made bomb ass tacos last night. I’m taking the leftovers.”
“That works for me.”
I smiled as I watched Stone and his siblings go through their morning routine. It was interesting watching Stone switch from his usual protective and sexy self to just being a brother and makeshift father. He wore it well and honestly it was sexy as hell watching him maneuver around with a baby on his shoulder.
It was obvious he had a good relationship with everyone.
When his younger brothers stood, he did a double take.
“Damn, Xy. Why the fuck you so wrinkled?” he asked.
Drake chuckled and Stone hit him in the back of his head. “You were going to let him walk out dressed like that?”
“Man, he’s damn near grown.”
“No. He’s not. Come up out that shirt,” he instructed. “And get the iron and ironing board too.” He shifted his feet, rocking slightly as Junie lifted her head.
The door opened again and I looked back in time to see Morocco walk inside.
“Yo, yo, yo.” He walked straight over and kissed the side of Leann’s head.
“Hey.” She turned to him and they kissed.
“What’s up?” He gave me a small smile and I grinned in return.
Morocco made himself a plate and ate standing up, leaned against the counter. Xy came out of his shirt and Stone handed Drake baby Junie so he could iron Xy’s shirt. When he finished, he took Junie back and Leann hopped up.
“Let’s get gone, y’all.” She clapped her hands.
“A’ight.” Drake shoved the last of his food into his mouth and hopped up quickly, taking a sip of his orange juice to wash it down.
“Bye, baby. I love you.” Leann kissed Morocco again then walked over and kissed Junie’s head.
“Have a great day, y’all.” Stone turned Junie outward. “You want to hold her?” He lifted an eyebrow.
I immediately looked at Morocco.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
“Would you be okay if I did?”
“Are you just going to be sitting here?” His eyebrows fiddled and I nodded. “Then, yeah. It’s cool.”
I opened my arms for the baby and Stone slowly deposited her into my grasp. I shifted her to my shoulder and she grippedmy shirt in her little hands and laid her head on me. I stuck my lip out and Stone and Morocco both chuckled.
Stone immediately got to work cleaning the kitchen.
“I can do that,” I offered.
“Nah. You’re good. I got it.”
He plucked up all the dishes from the table and washed them. By the time he finished, Morocco was done eating as well. Morocco put all the leftovers on one plate, covered it, slid it into the fridge, and got to work washing the stove and counters while Stone scrubbed the skillets.