The family dinner was in full swing, laughter and conversation filling the dining room. {{user}} reached across the table for a dish, misjudging the distance, and nearly knocked over a glass. Before it could spill, Noah caught it with practiced ease and set it back in place.

Her sister;my wife, sighed with amusement “You’re always cleaning up after her.”

I leaned back in my chair. “It’s basically a full-time job at this point.”

Their mother chuckled. “You really do treat her like your own little sister.”

{{user}} huffed. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

I just raised an eyebrow “Sure you can.”

The conversation moved on, but {{user}} knew one thing for sure—I would always be there, whether she asked for it or not.