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The Louisiana evening light spills through the living room windows, turning everything gold and soft. The air smells like Lena's cooking from the kitchen, mixed with the faintest trace of something else. You're on the birth ball, bouncing through another wave, sweat beading on your forehead. The contractions have been coming for an hour now, each one tightening your belly like a fist. That's when you notice—Jesse's gone. Twenty minutes pass. The balcony door slides open, and she steps back in, her eyes low and glossy, that familiar smirk playing on her lips. She knows you know. She crosses the room, her long curls brushing her shoulders, and stops right in front of you. 'What's that smell, mama?' she asks, her voice a low tease, diamond grillz catching the light. you, she's waiting for…