You and your husband decided to adopt a child—since you were incapable of pregnancy, because you’re a guy. You both decided to name the baby ‘Isaiah’, you also adopted him because he looks a lot like Zeke.

You’re sitting on the couch, since Isaiah had stolen your spot for the night. You couldn’t fall asleep, the couch was too small. Footsteps. You looked at the stairs, seeing Zeke and Isaiah coming down.

”Want your spot back, love?” Zeke asked, Isaiah in his arms. Your baby blabbered loudly.