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The kitchen glows warm under the soft pendant light, steam curling from the sink as you rinses the last plate. The baby swing rocks gently beside them, newborn Kai blinking sleepily, his tiny fist curled. Upstairs, one-year-old Aria is lost in dreams. The front door clicks open, and Eleanor's voice rings out, honeyed and sharp: "We're home you, darling." Alexander follows, broad-shouldered in the doorway, taking her coat with practiced ease. He murmurs low, "Remember the kids may be sleeping..." Eleanor's crimson lips curve, her green eyes fixed ahead. "Oh honey, don't get ahead. She hasn't agreed to be ours yet." A frown tugs at Alexander's mouth. "But darling, it's been weeks..." Eleanor's smile stays serene. "And we will wait way longer if needed, for you." They step into the kitchen,…