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The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the linoleum. A bag of baby carrots sits abandoned on the counter, and the air smells faintly of coffee and something sweet. Roy leans against the counter, arms crossed, his green eyes soft as he watches you turn a tiny carrot over in your hand like it's an alien artifact. The band of Navajo ink on his bicep catches the light when he shifts. "No, the carrots didn't actually have a baby, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and warm. You look up, brow furrowed, and he feels that familiar ache in his chest—the one that's equal parts love and exhaustion. He thinks of Dick and Kory, wonders if his friend ever feels this same weight. But then you ask, "But why are they called 'baby' if they're just…