**Jonathan**“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m late,” I muttered, clearing the last stair while attempting to wrangle my tie.“Jonathan! You have two minutes!” Kierra yelled from the kitchen. “Grant, please sit and eat your breakfast. Casey, slow down before you choke. Kiyah, stop sucking down all that juice and eat. Daisy, you keep doing what you’re doing, sweetie,” I heard her tell the children as I entered the kitchen.“Good morning, everyone,” I rushed out. I was greeted by a cacophony of good mornings from the children as I searched the cabinet for my coffee travel mug.“Coffee and breakfast are on the kitchen island.”I turned to find my favorite stainless steel travel mug and a small blue lunchbox waiting for me.“Thank you, Kierra. You’re a godsend,” I muttered, unscrewing the lid.“There are two creams and two sugars in there.”“How did you know? I never told you how I liked my coffee.”“Grant told me,” she confessed as she wiped syrup from Daisy’s face, giving her the full mother
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