“Oh, girl, I do.” L’z gives her a smile. “But you’re talking to me on a morning when I haven’t slept for half the night because this one had a tummy ache.” She pats the baby’s back again as it nurses. “And these two are up at dawn and need breakfast, and everything’s leaking and I haven’t been laid in forever because I had a baby and so I’m a cranky-ass mess.” “You said a bad word, Mommy,” R’shel chimes in. “I sure as fuck did, sweetie. Eat your breakfast.”
