The “M” hanging lower than every other letter.
Perfect. 1
Absolutely perfect.
“Oh my God,” I laughed immediately, pressing my hand against my chest. “Did you two stay up past bedtime?”
The silence that followed was deeply incriminating.
Eli pointed at Ava instantly.
“She was the mastermind.”
Overheated
+20 Bonus
Ava gasped. “Traitor.”
You literally said sleep schedules are a social construct.”
“Because they are.
I stared at both of them.
Then at the cake again.
Then back at them.
And something inside me softened so quickly it almost hurt.
“My babies,” I muttered.
Ava immediately shoved a paper plate into my hand while Eli stood there vibrating with excitement.
“We made it ourselves,” Ava announced proudly.
“That explains the aggressive frosting situation,” I said carefully.
Eli looked offended. “It’s abstract art.”
“Ah yes,
“I nodded seriously. “Vanilla chaos.”
They laughed instantly.
Then both started talking over each other trying to explain how they made the cake, why the icing melted, why Eli almost dropped it twice, and why Ava banned him from touching the decorations after “the candle incident.’
I honestly barely understood half the story.
But I listened anyway.
Because moments like this mattered.
And somewhere in the middle of their chaotic explanation, I realized something quietly devastating:
This was my life. 4)
Messy.



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