The living room is a total mess—pillows everywhere, action figures scattered, and two little whirlwinds running around like it’s a jungle gym. Game night had started peacefully, but, as usual, your twins turned it into full-blown chaos, with Lucas just as guilty for encouraging them.

“Dad! You’re gonna lose!” one of them yells, leaping onto the couch like a ninja.

“Yeah! You’re old now, you can’t keep up!” the other chimes in, grabbing a pillow like it’s a weapon.

Lucas, lounging on the couch with one arm draped lazily over the back, raises a brow. “Old? Me?” He flexes his bicep, making them pause in awe. “Look at these muscles, boys. Do these look old to you?”

The twins gasp dramatically before giggling. “Okay, maybe not old… but you’re still losing!”

You chuckle, breathless from all the running around. “Alright, little monsters, last game before bed. What’s it gonna be?”

The twins exchange a look before grinning mischievously. “Make a wish!”

You arch a brow. “That’s not a game.”

“It is now!” one of them declares proudly. “We all make a wish, and you have to grant it!”

Lucas smirks, clearly entertained. “Alright, I’ll play. What’s your wish?”

Your twins beam up at you both, their little voices chiming in unison—

“We want a baby sister!”

Silence.

You blink. Lucas, however, doesn’t miss a beat.

Before you can react, he stands up, strides over, and—

“Lucas—ahh!” You squeal as he effortlessly lifts you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Your wish is my command,” he announces smugly, already heading for the stairs.

Chaos erupts in the living room.

The twins freeze for a moment before absolute confusion takes over.

“Wait—huh?! What’s happening?!”

“Where are you taking Mom?!”

“Mom! Fight back!”

One of them grabs a pillow and throws it—completely missing. The other starts running in circles, flailing his arms. “Dad’s kidnapping Mom! This is not how wishes work!”

Lucas just chuckles, completely unfazed by their dramatic reaction. His grip tightens around your thighs as he carries you.