Cold Stone pt.2

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"Can I get birthday cake surprise please?" I ask the cashier at coldstone. She nods and types buttons into the register. "May I get cookie dough brownie extreme? With chocolate ice cream please." Corbyn asks.
"I want chocolate!" Alex smiles. I laugh and Corbyn pulls out his wallet and hands her his card. She scans it and five minutes later, she comes back with our ice cream. We sit down at a corner booth and eat our ice cream. By the time we're done, Alex has chocolate ice cream all over his face and shirt. I reached over to the table behind me and swiped some wipes. I cleaned of Alex's hands and wiped off his face. As I was doing so, I looked into his eyes. Those eyes, subtle, yet perfect and real.
"Ok. I'm done now." Corbyn said, leaning back against the booth, his hand on his stomach. I looked at my empathy bowl. "Me too. Alex, are you ready to go?" I asked. He put his finger on his chin and looked like he was thinking. "Yes mommy. I am very ready!" He giggled. I smiled and took his and Corbyns hand. We walked out of the shop and got in the car, ready to head back home.

Hey guys, so my bold is broken! It won't work at all. I am so triggered! But besides that, you guys are freaking amazing!!!!! 16,000+ reads all from you. I don't know what to say!
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