Chapter 4282

Married at First Sight
Chapter 4282

Time to sleep.

After tossing and turning half the night, Mrs. Ormond finally drifted off.

They didn’t speak again until morning.

Normally, she’d sleep until noon, but worry had her up early despite barely getting any rest.

Downstairs, Elora was still out on her morning run. Meanwhile, Tatum was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her and her two younger brothers, just like always.

“Aunt!” Angelo called out from the couch, where he’d been watching TV. He jumped up as soon as he saw her. “Good morning!”

“Angelo, you’re up early,” she noted. “Is your brother still asleep?”

“I went to bed early last night, so I woke up early too,” he said.

Grabbing the remote, he turned off the TV and added, “Aunt, I’ll go wake him up.”

“Tatum’s on breakfast duty today—tell Alonzo to get up so we can eat together. I’ll ask Tatum to make those bunny pancakes you two love.”

“Got it! Be right back!” Angelo dashed upstairs.

Mrs. Ormond didn’t stop him. Her son, Alonzo, was spoiled by the whole family—maybe a little too much.

Mornings were a struggle; the kid loved his bed. Getting him up was a battle she often lost as a mom.

One whiny “five more minutes,” and she’d always cave.

If it weren’t for Elora and Tatum, Alonzo would definitely be late for school—buried under his blankets.

Angelo sprinted upstairs.

At Alonzo’s door, he pounded on it and shouted, “Bro, get up! You’re gonna be late—move it!”

Alonzo groaned but didn’t budge. Instead, he threw his hands over his ears, rolled over, and tried to fall back asleep.
“Bro, Tatum’s cooking today, and Sis is back from her trip!” Angelo hollered. “If you don’t haul ass, Elora’s gonna finish her run and come whoop your butt!”

That did it—Tatum was making breakfast, and Elora was home. Alonzo groaned, sat up, and scrambled out of bed. “For real?” he called.

“Why would I lie?” Angelo grinned. “Now hurry up—I’ve got tea to spill. Open the door!”

Alonzo staggered over, yanked it open, and squinted at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “What’s the scoop?”

Angelo smirked. “Auntie’s up early too—she’s downstairs on the first floor.”

Alonzo blinked, confused.

Big deal. Mom’s up early… wait.

It hit him—his mom never got up early. At least, not that he could remember. She usually slept till noon, skipping breakfast while Tatum handled the morning crew.

“Why’s she awake?” Alonzo asked, intrigued.

Angelo leaned in, whispering, “She’s got major dark circles—bet she didn’t sleep. Grown-ups only stay up when they’re stressed. But if we ask, they’ll just say it’s nothing.”

Alonzo mulled that over, then said, “Hang on—I need to change and wash up. Angelo, my books aren’t packed. Just grab everything off my desk and shove it in my bag, okay? I need it all for school.”

“Got it,” Angelo nodded, already moving.