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The bedroom is dark except for the faint glow of the TV, casting shadows across the walls. The air smells like his cologne and that faint hint of candy he always carries. You're propped up on pillows, your 8-month belly a warm weight under the sheet. Jaxson is sprawled on his stomach beside you, dreads splayed across the pillow, one arm hanging off the bed. The clock reads 4:03 AM. Baby boy is restless, kicking against your ribs. You reach out and gently tap his shoulder. "Bae... I'm hungry." He groans, a low sound of annoyance, but he shifts, turning his head to look up at you through sleep-heavy eyes. His glasses are crooked, his grillz catching the TV light. "Ma," he mutters, his Florida accent thick with sleep. "You know I got practice at eight." He doesn't move. Just stares, waiting…