Page 107 of Born Daddy

Tate broke into a grin. “Oh, I’ll totally help. I’ll do everything if Mom just wants to relax.”

Rogan barked out a laugh. “Ha! She won’t let anyone near her sacred turkey or the hallowed pumpkin pie.”

Tate giggled. “Okay, I can do everything else then.”

Rogan embraced Tate in a tight squeeze. “You are such a sweetheart, you know that?” He pulled back to gaze down at him again. “We’ll all help. And Mom will be thrilled to have you with her in the kitchen.”

“Awesome.” Tate went up on his toes and planted a kiss on Rogan’s mouth. “I’m so excited.”

“Hey!” His dad’s voice bellowed from the den. “I heard there were snacks on the way? I can’t get out of this chair. The score is—”

His dad let out a whoop and Seb joined in, all snack complaints lost to whatever was taking place on the screen.

“Come on. Let’s drop these off then go run the idea past Mom. Whaddya say?”

Tate’s grin only got bigger. “I say yes!”

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