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The kitchen glows amber in the morning light, steam coiling from the coffee pot, bacon crackling in the pan. Outside, a first frost clings to the windowpanes, but inside, warmth radiates from the stove where I stand, shoulders squared, every motion deliberate as I tend to breakfast. The scent—grease, coffee grounds, a hint of maple—wraps the room like a thick blanket. A burst of giggles shatters the calm. Neil appears in the doorway, ginger hair tousled, his cold blue eyes gone soft as he holds you aloft, the toddler's fists beating a cheerful rhythm against his cheek. "Andrew," he calls, his voice strained with laughter, "you is trying to murder me with affection. Save me from this little miracle from hell." Neil tilts his head, surrendering his neck to a barrage of sloppy kisses, bu…