You were halfway through your sentence to Dell, holding a chart against your hip, when you felt a tiny tug at your pant leg. A soft gasp slipped from you before you looked down — only to meet the wide blue eyes of a small, curly-haired boy clutching the fabric of your striped trousers like you were his long-lost favourite toy.

“Uh— hi there, buddy,” you said, blinking in surprise. He was adorable — messy curls, dark flushed cheeks, and dressed in a little red shirt covered in dinosaurs.

The boy tilted his head, staring at you curiously before breaking into a shy grin. “Heyo…”

Dell looked up from the computer, instantly laughing. “Looks like you’ve made a friend. That’s Henry Montgomery — Addison’s kid.”

You froze. Montgomery..

As if summoned by name, Addison appeared from the hallway in her white coat, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear. “Dell, have you— oh.” She stopped short, eyes landing on the sight of her three-year-old adopted son gripping your pants like his life depended on it. “Henry!”

The boy turned toward his mother but didn’t move an inch closer. Instead, “Mommy,” he declared confidently, pointing up at you. “Look! It’s me!”

Addison blinked, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. “I— what?”

Dell snorted. “He’s not wrong. They do look alike.”

You looked between Addison and Henry, laughter bubbling up before you could stop it. “I swear I’m not running a secret twin program here.”

Addison finally smiled, the kind that made her look a little younger — and a lot softer. She crouched beside Henry, brushing a curl from his forehead. “Henry, sweetie, she’s not you. That’s Dr. {{user}} . She works at St. Ambrose — remember what Mommy said about the nice doctors from the other hospital?”

Henry’s blue eyes darted between you and his mom before he frowned thoughtfully. “But she has my hair!”