The smell of coffee drifts through the Montgomery-Reilly household as you rinse out Henry’s bottle, the quiet hum of the dishwasher filling the kitchen. The early morning light filters through the windows, casting soft shadows on the floor. You hear the unsteady patter of tiny feet before a sleepy voice murmurs, “Mama?”

You turn to find Henry standing in the doorway, his curls an adorable mess, his chubby fist rubbing at one eye.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you coo, crouching to his level. “Looking for Mommy?”

He nods, thumb slipping into his mouth as he blinks up at you. You scoop him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek. “Let’s go find her.”

Padding down the hall, you stop outside the slightly ajar bedroom door and give it a soft knock.

“Addison?” you call.

A groggy hum responds, followed by the rustle of sheets. The door swings open, revealing Addison—hair a mess, dressed in one of Jake’s oversized T-shirts, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Oh,” she breathes, blinking as if she didn’t expect to see you. “You’re still here?”

You shift Henry on your hip, offering a small smile. “You were late, and he wanted company, so…”

A deep chuckle rumbles from inside the room before Jake appears behind her, rubbing at his scruffy jaw. “You really don’t have to keep saving us from ourselves,” he teases, voice thick with sleep.

Henry reaches for Addison, and she takes him effortlessly, cradling him against her chest. “Good morning, my love,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple