Morgan pushed them to the food court and purchased one cone for the three of them to share before finding a quiet spot. She let her twins have free rein as they bounced and played around the table while running up to her for free licks of the chocolate treat.

“Mommy, more! I want my own!” Messari shouted as he pushed Yara out of the way. She fell, hitting the tiled floor hard.

“Messari!” Morgan shouted as she bent down to pick Yara up off the floor. Her daughter wasn’t as delicate as she seemed. Her pretty face was bunched in a scowl as she reached across Morgan to hit Messari back. Her big baby cried instantly. Messari’s little lips trembled as he cocked his head back and cried bloody murder.

“Mommmyyyyy, Yolly hit me!” he screamed as he climbed up her body and rubbed his chocolate-covered face into Morgan’s Gucci T-shirt.

Yolly scrambled up her other leg and tried to reach for Messari, but he was the type to hold grudges, so he turned away from his sister, crying on Morgan’s shoulder.

“Him hit me too, Mommy,” Yara signed.

Morgan snickered because Messari had indeed passed licks first.

“I know,” Morgan said, winking at Yara before pulling Messari off her shoulder and gripping his chin. She kissed his chubby cheeks. “Stop crying, Mommy’s Ssari. You can’t hit people and get mad if they hit you back.”

“But her hits hurt more, Mommy!” Messari wailed.

It took everything in Morgan not to laugh. “Aww, my baby,” she cooed as she pulled him close and bounced her leg. She gave Yara a high five behind Messari’s back. There was something so special about her baby girl. Yolly was going to give the world hell. Morgan just knew it, and she loved it about her. Yara was a fighter.

“That’s right, baby. Beat up the boys,” she signed. Yara giggled and then climbed down before getting back in the stroller.

“You want to say sorry to your sister, baby boy?” Morgan asked.

“No,” Messari said stubbornly.

“Boys don’t hit girls, Ssari. Not ever. Even if she hits you first. So go tell her you’re sorry, okay?” Morgan coached.

Messari turned toward Yara. “Sorry!” he mumbled stubbornly before burying his face back into Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan shook her head. He was Messiah’s son through and through. Do damage, then label everybody else the bad guy while withholding sympathy.

Morgan put Messari down. “Climb up next to Yolly. It’s time to go.”