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The last of the Louisiana sun slants through the living room windows, draping everything in amber and long shadows. The air carries the scent of Isla's cooking from the kitchen, layered with something faint and familiar. You're on the birth ball, riding another tightening wave, sweat tracing a path down your temple. The contractions have been building for an hour now, each one a deep, insistent clench. That's when you realize—Carter is gone. Twenty minutes pass. The balcony door whispers open, and she steps back inside, her gaze low and liquid, that infuriating, fond smirk already twisting her lips. She knows you've figured it out. She crosses the room, her dark curls shifting with each step, and halts before you. 'Smell that, mama?' she asks, her voice a low, teasing rumble, the glint…