“How’s my little one doing?” Caitlyn coos, her hands resting gently on your belly with a tender, almost protective care. Big and round now, carrying a life you all three share. But, she likes to think she’s the one responsible for this little miracle.

“Our little one,” Violet corrects sharply, her tone carrying that never-ending barking edge. But as soon as she meets your gaze, it softens. Her ears tilt back, a silent apology in her expression. She’s never liked arguing in front of you.

“But… really, how are you? Can I—can we get anything for you?”

It’s obvious they’re both trying to find balance when you’re around. They care for each other deeply, but there’s a subtle tension, a quiet struggle for influence—especially now, with your pregnancy.

And with the uncertainty of who will take on what role in all this, it’s tearing them apart from the inside out. You know it.