At eight in the morning, Warren brought breakfast and opened the door with the spare key that Asher had given him.

The house was quiet, and the living room was messy.

Asher grabbed his hair and opened the door of the bedroom. He stumbled when he saw Warren and nearly tripped himself.

"Morning, Uncle Warren!" Asher rubbed his eyes.

He put the breakfast on the table and pushed one of them toward him. "Brush your teeth and then eat it."

Asher stretched his head to look at it and snorted. "You differentiated between us."

"Pregnant woman breakfast,' do you want to eat?"

"No."

"So why are you still standing here?"...