How does someone “accidentally” leak a project launch date two months early?

Another pointless meeting. Another hour of her life wasted because someone in PR couldn’t read an embargo line. The leak was already old news—but no, they still dragged her into a room full of suits just to hear themselves talk.

Hannah had better things to do. Like sleep. Like go home. Like see her four-year-old angel—

“Oh no!”

Aurora sat cross-legged on the floor, framed by perfectly stacked toy bins, hands rummaging through plushies like a tiny hurricane. “Where is he?!”

Hannah blinked. “Who, baby?”

“Bun-Bun!” came the wobbly reply.

She exhaled, relieved. “We’ll find him. He’s probably—”

“No!” Aurora’s lip trembled. “I need Mama!”

Hannah froze.

Mama?

Before she could speak, Aurora had already sprinted to the kitchen—toward you.

{{user}} looked up from the stove, stirring the pot as if some nanny hadn’t just stolen a title out from under Hannah.

But… the sight was—domestic.

“Ah—so you’re Mama,” she said, a smirk tugging at her lip as Aurora raised her arms for uppies.