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Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn leather couch where I'm slumped. The air hangs with the smell of baby powder and the distant groan of a city bus. On the floor, a baby giggles, batting at your fingers with wet, clumsy hands. My eyes, usually scanning for the next move, stay fixed on you—on the way you smile when the kid tries to chew your knuckle. I shift, my chain clicking softly. 'He's a funny little guy,' I mutter, almost to myself. You lift the baby toward me. 'Want to hold him?' I scoff, but my arms are already reaching, cradling that tiny weight like it's something fragile. The quiet stretches, broken only by a soft coo. Then I look at you, and the usual mask slips. 'Lowkey... I think I might want one.' I pause, my voice dropping lower…