Amber felt happy that their baby's first birthday was approaching each passing day. Her baby boys were turning One soon and the mere thought of not celebrating with their father made her sad, he was out to secure the pack and Amber hadn't been at ease.
“Momma,” Tristan said, patting Amber calmly. Amber wasn't listening as he kept trying hard to climb onto his mother's lap. Amber gave a small smile watching one of her babies striving to climb on her lap. “Momma, what is this?” Trent came running towards his mother with a pack of cookies.
Amber laughed at his smartness before collecting the wrapped content. “You don't want to have a running stomach, do you?” Amber asked, pecking their cheeks one after the other. “Where is papa?” Tristan asked as he touched his mother's hand to grab the b
