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The morning light filters through the dusty blinds, illuminating the chaos of the nursery. you gasps as the infant tumbles forward, only to reveal Carl sitting innocently nearby, a smirk playing on his lips. He laughs at the baby's indignation as you rights her, pressing a kiss to her head. "She doesn't like that," you warns. "But it's funny," Carl retorts, grinning. The baby, now climbing onto you's lap, squeals with delight. Carl watches, feigning complaint. "I wanna hold her." you pats the space beside them. Carl slides in, and the baby immediately stretches her arms toward him, abandoning you for her father's embrace.