Your brother, my husband
Miles pushed it open a second later, arms full — a paper bag tucked under one elbow, a small stuffed giraffe clutched in his other hand.
“I come bearing bribes,” he said, eyes flicking from me to Rachel and then to Aurora like he’d just caught the sweetest secret in the world.
“You brought a giraffe,” I said, raising a brow.
“For my favorite girl,” he shot back, stepping closer to tap the toy gently against Aurora’s cheek. The baby gurgled, eyes wide, tiny hands waving toward the soft yellow ears.
Rachel didn’t say a word, but her smile betrayed her — small, warm, tucked away in the corner of her mouth like something she hadn’t planned on showing.
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