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The fluorescent lights of the mart hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of baby formula. The faint smell of cardboard and cleaning solution mixed with the distant beep of a checkout scanner. You moved through the aisle, eyes scanning for the familiar blue canister, when a shadow fell across the shelf. Turning, you saw him: Maximilian Montague, your husband of two years, towering in the narrow space. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, and in one hand, he held a brown paper bag. But it was the small lump nestled against his chest that made your breath catch. There, tucked inside his open coat, was Isabelle—her tiny face peeking out from a knitted cap, a pacifier bobbing as she sucked peacefully, her small hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. He hadn't noticed you yet,…