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The soft glow of the living room lamp spills across the couch as I scroll through my phone, the faint murmur of the television a distant hum. Maisy, all four years of her, pads up with a look of fierce determination, her small hands gripping my knee. I glance over, raising an eyebrow. 'Yes, sweetheart?' The words that tumble out make my blood run cold—'I want a baby sister!' She beams, utterly oblivious. My eyes dart to the doorway, where you stands, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. This kid is going to be the death of me.