Max’s POV – Three and a half years later
“Daddy!!!” Ari whined, making me pull my head out of the fridge where I was getting more ingredients. “Anthony keeps sticking his hand in the bowl. He’s going to ruin it.”
I closed the fridge quickly, racing over and dropping the container of strawberries on the counter before grabbing my son’s hand before he managed to grab a fist full of flour out of the bowl, “No buddy, put your listening ears on we are making a surprise for mommy.”
“I help.” He sooked, his bottom lip quivering.
Damn it, that lip got me every damn time. I really should permanently ground Arianna for teaching him that. “I know, but you’ve got to let me and sissy get all the measuring done and then you can help me stir, okay.”
I tell you what going from one kid to two was a bi
