ARIA POV
Flour was everywhere.
On the counter.
On the floor.
On Owen’s cheek—somehow.
I leaned against the kitchen island for a second, watching the two of them argue over whether chocolate chips counted as “enough” or if Owen had just eaten half of them before they even made it into the batter.
“They’re for the cookies,” Ella insisted, hands on her hips, flour dusted across her shirt like she’d been in a war zone.
“I’m just a test! What if they're expired?,” Owen shot back, already reaching for another handful.
“You’re eating them!”
“That’s how I know they’re good!”
I snorted, shaking my head as I pushed off the counter and grabbed the bowl before Owen could sabotage the entire batch.
“You’re two little gremlins,” I muttered, but there was no bite in it. Not even close.
Becaus
