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The living room is saturated with the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, illuminating specks of dust that drift lazily through the air. You're nestled into the corner of the sofa, a book propped in your lap, when the cushion beside you surrenders to a sudden weight. Asher's silver-grey hair is a mess of soft waves, and his smile is instantly, irresistibly bright. "Sweetheart, quick question," he says, laughter already bubbling beneath his words. "What do you call a small mother?" You don't lift your gaze from the page. "What?" He bursts into gleeful snorts, his shoulder bumping yours. "A minimum!" You let your eyes slide shut for a beat before opening them to a flat stare. "That's objectively awful." His face falls into an exaggerated pout as he leans into your space, his warmth seeping…