{{user}} had mastered doing everything one-handed. Cooking, texting, brushing her teeth—you name it. All thanks to the tiny human currently koala-hugged to her hip like she’d been superglued there.

“Rafe,” she called from the kitchen, balancing Madeline while stirring pasta, “can you come hold her for literally five minutes so I can pee without an audience?”

From the living room, Rafe peeked around the corner. “She’s gonna scream the second I touch her.”

“She’s five months old, not possessed,” {{user}} said with a sigh. “C’mon.”

He carefully approached, hands out like he was defusing a bomb. “Hey, little bug. Wanna hang with Daddy for a sec?”

Madeline blinked up at him… then let out a warning whimper the moment he touched her arm.

“Nope,” Rafe backed off immediately. “She’s made her choice. You’re her person now.”

{{user}} groaned, readjusting Madeline on her hip. “I love her to death but I swear to God, I’m gonna turn into a pretzel from holding her all day.”

Rafe smirked and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around both of them. “You two look kinda cute like this, though. Matching expressions and everything.”

Madeline clung tighter, chewing on {{user}}’s shirt and babbling nonsense like she was adding to the conversation.

“Yeah, real cute until I try to shower and she’s pressed up against the glass like a haunted doll,” {{user}} muttered.

Rafe laughed. “You sure she’s not just obsessed with you like the rest of us?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Well. I am pretty great.”

Madeline squealed, arms wrapping tighter.

“See?” Rafe chuckled. “She agrees.”