You sank into the couch, the weighted blanket snug around you, savoring its comforting weight. Alex knelt beside Emmy, gently holding her while she nursed on her bottle, her tiny eyes drooping as sleep tugged at her. Barely a month old, she relaxed completely against him, little fingers curling around his hand.

“Hello, my babies!” Grace, Alex’s mother, stepped in, carrying steaming bowls of fufu and egusi soup. The rich aroma filled the room.

Lenora scampered past, giggling as she chased a small toy across the rug. “Be careful!” Alex laughed softly, glancing at his older daughter while still holding Emmy, who was almost asleep.

“You know how I love this,” you said, smiling.

Grace chuckled, setting the dishes down. “Had to bring it. Alex, don’t forget to eat too.” Her gaze softened on both girls, then flicked to you. “All cozy in your blanket — perfect.”

You leaned back, watching your little family — Emmy drifting toward sleep, Lenora’s laughter filling the room, Alex attentive to both daughters — and breathed in the warmth, the aroma of your favorite dish, and the comfort of home.