The first week together had been everything Lily expected—and nothing she expected at all. Every day blurred into the next: early mornings, late nights, the constant hum of feedings, diaper changes, and the delicate, unspoken negotiations of two exhausted parents learning to coexist under the same roof. Lily sat on the couch, Emma curled in her arms, swaddled in a soft, mint-green blanket. Ethan knelt on the floor in front of them, gently bouncing her in rhythm with a soft humming tune that made her eyes flutter sleepily. “You’re so tiny,” he whispered, staring down at her with awe. “And so perfect.” Lily laughed quietly, brushing a hand over his shoulder. “She’s definitely yours in the stubborn department.” Ethan glanced up at her, a mock offended expression on his face. “Excuse me?”

