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Eli's laughter echoed from the yard where his brothers chased fireflies—proof, in tiny hands and shared blood, that they'd built this right.
{Eight Years Later:}
The kitchen was a battlefield of scattered homework and half-eaten sandwiches. Eli, now ten, scowled at his math worksheet while his little brothers, Noah and Micah, wrestled over the last juice box.
In the living room, six-year-old Lia squealed as Adam tossed her into the air, her curls flying.
Sarah leaned against the counter, nursing a coffee as Jeff's arms circled her waist from behind.
"You're outnumbered," he muttered into her hair, nipping her ear.