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“Nah, that should be good,” Carson said.

“They’re my favorite. What kind do you like?”

“Surprise me.”

“Mom, are you having one?”

“Just one. Do not let me have more than one, do you hear me?”

“She says that every time, and then she has two,” Ty said with a giggle.

“Don’t be telling my secrets!”

“She gets pink raised with sprinkles,” Ty said in a loud whisper. “I always get her two.”

“That’s good to know. What do you get?”

“Chocolate raised, sugar raised and a strawberry jelly filled.”

“All my favorites.”

“I’ll get two of everything for us.”

“You’re pretty handy to have around,” Carson said.

“Mom says that all the time. What’s the address here?”

Carson recited it for him and marveled at how quickly he had it typed into the app.

“All set. It’ll be here in thirty-five minutes.”

“He never moves faster than when he’s ordering junk food on DoorDash,” Cresley said.

“Haha, I move faster when I’m playing hockey.”

“I can’t wait to see that,” Carson said as he followed them downstairs to make coffee.

“You can come to my game this weekend. When is it again, Mom?”

“Sunday at three.”

“I’ll be there.”

“If you feel up to it,” Cresley said.

“I’ll feel up to it by then.” He opened the cabinet above the coffeemaker and instantly regretted the stretch required to reach the can of coffee.

“Let me get that,” Cresley said.

“I’ve got it.”

“You have to take it easy, Carson. That’s how you’ll heal.”

“This is taking it easy for me. No workout this morning, no work, no nothing but hanging out with you guys and getting fat off doughnuts.”

“Doughnuts don’t make you fat,” Ty said.

“Yes, they do,” Carson and Cresley said together.