Epilogue

Flour spills. Eggs teeter on the edge of the counter. The kitchen is a battlefield of scattered utensils and spilled sugar, Minnie and Sonny at the heart of it all. "Cake! Cake!" they chant, faces aglow with eagerness.

"Alright, my little chefs," I chuckle, scooping them up into my arms amidst their giggles. "Let's make the biggest, yummiest cake ever." I plant a kiss on each of their foreheads, accepting the impending chaos as part of our recipe.

"Momma, help!" Sonny extends his chubby hand, grinning up at me with those eyes so like Conrad's—deep and filled with mirth.

"Me too!" Minnie's voice rings out, insistent, her curls bouncing as she hops excitedly, mirroring Levi's boundless energy.

"Of course, you two are Mommy's best helpers," I say, setting them down gently. I swipe a bowl off the shelf and hand them wooden spoons that look almost comically large in their grasp. "Let's create a masterpiece."

We're surrounded by a cloud of flour within seconds, laughter filling the air as we embrace the perfect mess of shared moments.

Tiny hands fumble with the cocoa container, a puff of chocolate dusting the air. Minnie's fingers close around a measuring spoon, determination set in her concentrated frown. Sonny, mirroring his sister's resolve, wrestles with a bag of sugar, half of it cascading onto the floor in his earnest attempt.

"Oops!" he exclaims, and I bite back a laugh, not wanting to dampen his spirit.

"Good try, sweetheart," I encourage, sweeping the stray granules into a pile with my hand. "Next time, let's aim for the bowl, okay?"

"Okay, Momma!" Sonny beams, proud despite the mishap.

Minnie nods, taking charge as she scoops at the flour. A cloud escapes, settling over her like a fine coat of winter frost. Her giggle, so infectious, fills the room as she claps, sending up flurries of white.

"Look, Mommy! Snow!"

I can't help but join in the laughter, watching them take such delight in each step, no matter how messy. They are my treasure—pure, unscripted joy—and it wells within me, this fierce love for these two little souls who've turned our world upside down in the best possible way.

"Beautiful snow, Minnie," I say, warmth flooding through me. The chaos is nothing compared to this moment, witnessing their growth, their simple happiness. It's a gift, one I treasure more deeply than they could possibly understand yet.

"More help, Momma?" Sonny asks, eyes wide with anticipation, ready to dive back into our culinary adventure.

"Always," I reply, my heart swelling with a love so profound that words feel inadequate. Never, not once, did I imagine motherhood would redefine every corner of my existence, filling it with such boundless fulfillment. I watch them, my twins, a living, breathing testament to the unexpected turns of life, and I'm grateful—oh, so grateful—for every sprinkle-covered, sugar-dusted second.

The vanilla extract bottle tips and a generous splash tumbles into the bowl. The sweet aroma lifts, weaving through the air, filling the kitchen with the promise of something delicious. I catch Minnie's nose wrinkling as she sniffs, her eyes lighting up.

"Smells yummy, Mommy!" she declares, and Sonny nods emphatically beside her, both of them inhaling deeply.

"Best smell ever," I agree, my voice brimming with enthusiasm for their efforts.

We stir together, the wooden spoon struggling against the thickening batter. Laughter bubbles over as a bit of mix slops over the side, Sonny's attempt at vigor more than the bowl can handle.

"Oopsie-daisy!" Sonny says, and the phrase—so often heard from my own lips—makes me chuckle.

"Good save, buddy," I praise, helping him steady his hand. He beams up at me, pride written all over his flour-speckled face.

Later, once the cake is cool, we gather around for the best part—smooth and creamy frosting. "Mommy, sprinkles now?" Minnie asks, her glance hopeful, fingers dancing toward the rainbow-colored bottle.

"Absolutely." I nod, and they scatter across the creamy top like a kaleidoscope confetti parade. "Make it rain, Minnie."

Her hand shakes, sprinkles raining down in a cascade of color. She giggles, a sound so pure it echoes through me, a melody of motherhood I never knew I'd dance to.

"Beautiful job!" I scoop her up, peppering her cheek with kisses. "You're a natural baker, just like?—"

"Like you, Mommy!" Minnie completes brightly, her embrace tight around my neck.

"Like me," I echo softly, setting her back down. Sonny clambers for his turn, arms stretched high, and I swoop him into a hug, spinning him around until his laughter joins his sister's.

"Your turn for chef's kisses," I declare, dotting his face with affection before returning him to his stool.

"More cake!" Sonny claps, eager to continue our masterpiece.

My heart is full, ready to welcome whatever mess and magic comes next.

The door swings open. Sunlight spills into the kitchen, chasing shadows from every sugary corner. Grayson, Conrad, and Levi step inside, a trio of smiles bright enough to rival the sunbeams.

"Daddy!" the twins' voices chime in unison, their sticky hands reaching out as they dash across the tiled floor.

"Hey, little chefs," Grayson chuckles, his voice a warm embrace all on its own. He bends down, scooping Sonny into his strong arms, spinning him around. Sonny's laughter bubbles over, infectious and joyful.

Conrad follows suit, lifting Minnie with care. He plants a kiss atop her head, leaving a floury smudge on his nose. She wraps her small arms around his neck, her giggles mingling with his gentle words of praise.

Levi's eyes find mine, twinkling with the mischief that always promises adventure. "Looks like we missed the main event," he says, stepping closer, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.

"Never too late to join the party," I reply, the corners of my mouth lifting in a smile mirroring his.

Grayson sets Sonny down, his gaze softening as he looks at me through the chaos. Conrad follows, placing Minnie on her feet but keeping one hand securely on her back. They both move toward me, and then I'm enveloped in a circle of warmth, arms wrapping around me in a group embrace that smells like outdoors and home.

"Missed you," Conrad murmurs, his lips grazing my temple in a whisper of a kiss.

"Missed this," Levi adds, his hand finding mine among the folds of our shared hug.

"Missed us," Grayson finishes, his voice grounding, pulling me deeper into the moment, into the love that fills the room, thick as the vanilla air.

I wrinkle my nose and take a playful step back. "You guys reek," I tease, waving my hand in front of my face. "How'd the game go?"

Levi's chest puffs with pride, his grin infectious. "Jim and I crushed it. Victory is ours." His eyes gleam, reflecting the win.

I can't help but laugh, shaking my head at their boyish glee. "Of course you did."

Grayson leans against the kitchen counter, his shadow stretching long across the tiled floor. He nudges a bag of flour with his toe, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Maybe it's time we add another little one to the mix," he says, eyeing the twins covered in cake batter. "Could always use a little more chaos around here."

Conrad chuckles, wiping a smear of chocolate from Minnie's cheek. "I'm with Grayson on this one."

I catch their gazes, my heart skipping a beat. Another baby? The idea sends a thrill through me. I raise an eyebrow, cocking my head to the side and letting the corner of my mouth quirk up.

"Sounds like we've got a lot of work ahead of us then," I say, my voice laced with a promise. My eyebrows waggle, inviting their imaginations to run wild with the suggestion.

Their eyes darken, a spark igniting in each of them. It's a challenge, a game, and oh, we all love to play.

I turn to the counter where our creation sits in all its messy glory. "Guys, you need to see this," I say, my voice bubbling with excitement. I sweep a hand toward the cake, and their eyes follow.

"Behold, the chefs' pièce de résistance."

It's lopsided, and there's more frosting on the twins than on the cake itself, but it's ours. Minnie claps her hands, bits of cake flying from her fingers, while Sonny beams, his cheeks smeared with chocolate.

"Wow," Grayson breathes out, his eyes softening as he takes in the sight. "That's…something." His words are teasing, gentle.

Conrad leans in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Looks delicious," he murmurs, and I can tell he's not just talking about the cake.

"Did you guys make this all by yourselves?" Levi asks, squatting down to their level. They nod vigorously, and he pretends to be taken aback. "Incredible!"

I wrap an arm around each of their tiny shoulders, pulling them close. "They're natural bakers," I boast, unable to keep the pride from seeping into my tone. "Just like their mom."

Grayson chuckles, reaching out to swipe a finger through the frosting. He pops it into his mouth, his eyes closing briefly. "It's good," he approves, licking his lips.

"Best cake ever," Conrad agrees, and we all know he's not talking about the taste.

The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of vanilla and love. And as I look at the faces of my family, my heart swells to bursting. This is perfection. This is home.

The End

Dear precious reader, thank you for reading Professor Daddies!

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