Kyra
I’m halfway through my eggs, humming because Zaire can actually cook, when my phone starts buzzing across the counter. The screen lights up: *Bri, Lex, & Nia – Video Call*.
My eyes go wide. “Oh God... not them.”
Zaire raises a brow. “What? Answer it.”
I give him a look. “They are dramatic.”
“That’s fine,” he says, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “I can handle dramatic.”
I sigh and swipe to answer.
Immediately, three faces pop onto the screen. Bri with her bonnet, Lex in her car somewhere, and Nia still in bed wrapped in a blanket.
Bri: “Kyraaa! We calling to check on you because you disappear on us and we haven’t seen you in the group chat.”
Lex: “Yes, what happen? You good? The baby good? You good good or pretending-good?”
Nia: “And why you look like you just wake
