The Alpha's Babysitter
"And you know what? We can bake cookies again tomorrow. Maybe we can even try a new flavor."
Theo's face lit up with joy. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.
"Really," Mama Hazel said, her voice filled with warmth. "And maybe we can even try a new flavor."
Theo couldn't wait for tomorrow, for another day filled with laughter, love, and the sweet taste of homemade cookies. He knew that no matter what adventures they had, they would always have each other, and they would always have cookies.
Theo, a whirlwind of energy in his tiny blue overalls, stood at the kitchen counter, his chubby fingers gripping the edge. His eyes, wide and bright as the morning sun, were glued to Mama