Scarlett’s POV.It started innocently enough. Late afternoon tea in the sunroom, soft music playing somewhere down the hall, and the twins asleep in their bassinets beside the table. Miriam had insisted on making it “a family moment,” which sounded lovely in theory—until she opened her mouth.“So,” she began, stirring her tea like she was preparing for battle. “How many children do you and my son plan to have?”I froze mid-sip. The tea went down the wrong way, and I nearly choked trying to swallow.“I—uh—what?” I managed, wiping my mouth with a napkin.Miriam’s expression stayed perfectly composed, like she hadn’t just dropped the conversational equivalent of a grenade. “Children, dear. You know, siblings for these two. You and Leon make such beautiful babies, it would be a shame to stop at one set.”I blinked at her. I wasn’t sure if she was joking or completely serious. “Oh, we haven’t really… talked about that yet.”“Nonsense. It’s never too soon to think ahead,” she said, waving o
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