“Want some breakfast?” he asked. I peered back over my shoulder, a little skeptical I’d heard him right. “The twins don’t normally like to get out of bed for another hour or so, but when it comes to you, they make an exception.” He was referring to the times the twins had come over for breakfast after I had woken Creed with my nightmares. “You can have the privilege of waking them.” “Are you afraid of waking your little brothers?” I taunted with a smirk. His eyes narrowed slightly. “No.” “Hmm, sounds to me that you want to have a family breakfast and you need me to be the sacrificial lamb that
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