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Of course they were.It was always a competition.And I wasn’t going to lie, Jos won most of them.

“My favorite,” Dad cheered, scooping up both girls and running into his brother’s kitchen.

Mom sighed.“Maybe the twins will appreciate my efforts a little more enthusiastically.”

“Chocolate chip or sugar cookies?”I asked.

“Both,” she said, sounding proud of herself.

“They like snickerdoodles more,” I told her honestly.“But I’ll make sure they don’t go to waste.”

“Evie’s the only one who loves me around here.”

“Probably,” I called after her as she walked over to my house.

The rest of my Sunday was spent trying to make the perfect cupcake monster and then helping Reid chase after two sugar-fueled girls and two cranky old bikers.By the time I fell into bed with my wife that night, I was exhausted.

But fuck, was I happy.