"But Dad! If we don't leave now, all the good candy will be gone!" Aiden whined, twisting his mouth while he hopped excitedly on his feet.
Edward let out a sigh, blinking at our son before looking at me for help. I shrugged in response. I did it every year. The same dance with him and it was tiring.
“Aiden listen to me-"
I tuned out their conversation, focusing on the batter in the bowl. The cupcakes needed to be ready for the party so that they can finally appreciate my baking skills. My mom in particular.
"But dad!"
Edward turned towards me again.
I rolled my eyes a bit. That's all his fault really. He indulged our son too much even after all these years.
At the age of eight, Aiden only grew up to be more sassy—a quality he inherited from me. That’s what Edward says every tim
