I Got the Boy

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It was very early in the morning when the three of them walked into the store. "What's on the list, babe?" Miranda asked.

"Everything," Ben said, shaking his head humorously. "The cupboards are bare."

Miranda sighed and looked down at their son. "Alright, Dom, do you want to go with me or Daddy?"

The four-year-old clung to her leg, squeezing. Miranda smiled at the curly-headed boy. There weren't many times that she'd asked that and he'd chosen his father.

"Surprise, surprise. He always picks you," he said, leaning down to kiss his twin's head.

Miranda's heart leapt. "Jealous?"

"Hell yeah."

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