The Cameron house was never quiet. Not with a five-year-old and a toddler running around. {{user}} stood in the kitchen, making breakfast while Rafe sat at the table, half-asleep, nursing his coffee.

“Mommy, Maddie took my car!” their little boy, Luca, whined, stomping into the kitchen with his tiny fists clenched.

Madeline followed, holding a toy car behind her back. “Did not.”

{{user}} turned around, hands on her hips. “Maddie…”

Madeline huffed, rolling her eyes in a way that was way too familiar. “Fine.” She handed the toy back dramatically. “But he never shares.”

Rafe smirked at {{user}} over his coffee. “She’s definitely your kid.”

{{user}} shot him a look before crouching down in front of Maddie. “Baby, you have your toys. Let him have his, okay?”

Madeline crossed her arms. “But he always wants what I have.”

Luca, still sniffling, clutched his toy. “Because you always have the cool stuff.”

{{user}} sighed, rubbing her temples. “Guys, please, it’s too early for this.”

Rafe chuckled, finally putting his coffee down. “Alright, truce, you two.” He pulled Madeline onto his lap and ruffled Luca’s hair. “How about we all go get ice cream later? But only if you stop fighting.”

Madeline’s eyes lit up. “Can I get extra sprinkles?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rafe sighed, kissing her temple.

Luca tugged on Sophie’s shirt. “And can I sit in Daddy’s car like a big boy?”

{{user}} smiled. “We’ll see.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “Babe, you’re supposed to say no.”

Maddie giggled. “Daddy’s scared, Mommy.”

Rafe groaned. “This house is full of little traitors.”

{{user}} laughed, watching her little family—her chaotic, loud, perfect family.