Lyla Rose_________The morning light spills through the tall windows, warming the living room in lazy streaks. Tiny footsteps patter across the wooden floor, uneven and clumsy, a rhythm of pure chaos. I lean against the couch, coffee in hand, my heart already full, watching my little ones explore their world.“Momma! Mommma!” Ella squeals, her tiny arms reaching out as she teeters unsteadily across the rug, a castle of blocks tumbling behind her. Damien toddles after her, his cheeks flushed with excitement, a toy car clutched tightly in one fist, his little brows furrowed in determination. “Maaaaine!” he declares, in his adorable two-year-old voice.I laugh as Carter emerges from the kitchen, shirt slightly rumpled, a crooked grin on his face. “Trouble’s awake early,” he teases, scooping Damien up with one arm, spinning him gently as Damien shrieks with joy. “And you,” he says, crouching to Ella’s level, “what are you plotting, little mischief?”Ella giggles, pointing at the toppled b
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