Boris came toward me, carrying a tray with a toast, cream cheese, scrambled eggs, and fresh coffee. He blurted, "For you milady."

I smiled, "Thank you milord, your service is highly appreciated." We laughed. We ate quietly, occasionally eyeing each other simultaneously, and grinned. As we finished, I took the dirty dishes, carried them to the sink, and began washing them. Seconds later, my brother was behind me, with his hands hugging my tummy. I felt his body against my back as he whispered in my ear, "Sis, thanks for doing the dishes." I mumbled, "You welcome."

He kept his hands on my abdomen and muttered, "Cherry, you smell great,...