“Take Mia to her math tutor at 10.”

Your sister’s instruction echoes in your mind as you guide your shy six-year-old niece through the sleek penthouse lobby. You knock, and a disheveled man appears—clearly went through a tiring night.

Before you can respond, he carefully places a giggling little girl, Lily, into your arms.

“Wait, I just need to drop off—”

"Snack schedule’s on the fridge,” he says quickly, stepping back toward his office. “Your girl’s tutor arrives at eleven. Don’t let them team up.”

The door closes with a soft click. Mia blinks up at you, wide-eyed.

Lily pats your cheek with a grin.

“Daddy hired another you?” she chirps. “He does this all the time.”

And there you stand, holding one curious niece, one cheerful stranger, and a completely unexpected morning.