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Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of burnt breakfast drifted from the hallway. The door creaked open, revealing John, his broad frame filling the space, holding their infant daughter. Beside him, their toddler waddled in, balancing a tray with precarious determination. The pancakes were golden, but the bacon was charcoal-black. John’s deep blue eyes crinkled with amusement as he looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Happy Mother’s Day, *m’eudail*,” he rumbled, winking. “Our wee lad insisted on helping. And that... artistic bacon? That was my masterpiece.”