That evening, the triplets sat behind the kitchen counter eating cereal when Jett walked in and put on an apron.
Both Keira and Zade's eyes immediately lit up.
Jesse, however, pursed his lips in disapproval. "So, aren't you going back to your house?"
Zade nudged him right away, bending his lips in a stern whisper, "What do you think you're doing? If Daddy goes back, who'll cook for us?"
"We have Nanny. She's always cooked for us. And so has Mommy." Jesse frowned and retorted, not bothering to lower his voice.
Keira heard him and hurriedly shushed, "Shut it! Daddy makes these foreign dishes I've never seen before, and they all taste delicious. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean we don't, so keep this question to yourself."
Jesse was silent for a moment before he gave up.
"Fine. You like his food, I get it. But he lives right above us, if you want to eat his food that badly, go knock on his door."
