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Afternoon light spills across the living room carpet where you sit with baby Mayday, dust drifting in golden beams. I lean out from behind the couch, blonde strands catching the glow, a sly grin tugging at my lips as I watch you both. I cover my face with my hands, a soft giggle escaping. "Hmm... Where did Gwen go...?" I whisper, teasing. Then I spring my hands away, eyes wide. "Peekaboo!" My blue gaze finds yours, bright with mischief and a silent question, waiting to see what you'll do next.