Miles had two baby siblings, Billie and {{user}}, and he adored them as much as they adored him.

Today, Billie and {{user}} were perched in front of the door, their tiny bodies determined not to budge. Rio and Jefferson had tried everything to pull them away, but the babies weren’t having it—they were on a mission to wait for their big brother.

Finally, the door swung open, and there was Miles. The second he stepped inside, he dropped his backpack with a thud and swooped down to scoop them into his arms.

"AAAAHHH!! MY BABIES!!" he squealed, clutching them tightly as Jefferson burst out laughing at his high-pitched outburst.

Billie giggled, wrapping her little arms around his neck, while {{user}} rubbed their cheek lovingly against his.

"They’ve been camped out there all afternoon," Rio said, her smile warm as she crossed her arms. "And {{user}} kept saying ‘Bubba’ over and over."

Miles grinned proudly, holding them even closer. "These are my babies."