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Story: Cosmo
Corbin crossed his arms, tilted his head, and lifted one eyebrow. “I’m sure she loves fruit too, before she bites into it and then devours it whole!”
Hawk was beginning to think that perhaps he’d made a terrible mistake.
Cullen chuckled. “It’s fine, Hawk. They just had a big fight the last time they saw each other. It was ridiculous.”
Corbin opened his mouth, and Cullen gave him a long-suffering look.
“Oh come on, you guys were arguing about poop.”
“Fertilizer.”
“Poop.”
“Whatever!” Cosmo actually stomped his foot. “Anytime you disagree about the slightest little thing, it becomes this big ordeal.”
Then Corbin got a hurt look on his face that broke Hawk’s heart a little bit. “You guys always take her side. I never take anybody’s side over yours. You always take her side.”
Cosmo shook his head. “I swear, we didn’t even get into this one. We weren’t even there. I only said that I didn’t care.”
“That would be because we don’t care,” Cullen pointed out. “It’s poop.”
“Fertilizer!” Corbin hollered, and Cosmo went right to Corbin.
Hawk was afraid for a moment that Cosmo was going to hit Corbin in the nose. He’d seen a couple of the triplet fights, and they were never as entertaining or pleasant as his fantasies led him to believe they might be. But Cosmo just hugged his brother tight.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. I just need to know if I’m pregnant. I don’t have any of the grossness. There’s supposed to be grossness. Barfing and stuff.”
“Are you complaining?” Corbin asked, and Cosmo shrugged.
“Only because I want it to be normal, the baby, everything. But that’s all, and I’m sorry.”
To Corbin’s credit, he immediately accepted the apology and squeezed his brother back. “I hope that you’re pregnant and that it’s normal too. I am going to be the best uncle ever.”
Cullen rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. I’m gonna be the fun one. You’re going to be the weird one who ends up giving him, like, medicine and making him eat his broccoli. I can make things appear.”
“Talk to me when you’re hungry, Butthead.”
“I am now. Can we have Hot Pockets?”
Hawk nodded, pleased. “I would very much like to try them.”
“I’ll take a pizza one so Hawk can try the breakfast ones,” Cullen said.
“Okay, cool.” Corbin stood and got a box out of the freezer. “And I get the broccoli one.”
“Of course you do.” Cullen gagged. “Ew.”
“Stop it. Broccoli is so cool.” Corbin put little frozen things in little paper tubes and then microwaved them.
How odd.
Cosmo chuckled. “Be careful what you let them talk you into.”
“Are they not nice?” Hawk thought the boys seemed enthused for something that was possibly yucky.
“Define nice. They’re kind of addicting, but nothing about them is actually food.”
He didn’t follow.
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