Claire sat on the couch, gently rocking Atlas in her arms, exhaustion evident in the slow rhythm of her movements. The newborn fussed quietly as she tried to soothe him, his tiny fingers curling against her as she adjusted him for his feeding. Two under two. Three teenagers. And a twenty-year-old.

She loved all of you more than anything, but God, she was so tired.

And you? You weren’t making it easy.

For a whole year, you had been the baby. The only girl. The little princess, showered in love and attention. But now, there was this tiny intruder stealing what had once been all yours.

When you realized Mommy had left your room without you, frustration bubbled up.

So, you set off on a mission.

Determined little feet padded across the floor as you searched for her. It didn’t take long. She was on the couch—with him.

You paused.

Your big, round eyes locked onto Atlas, cradled in her arms, taking up all the space that should have been yours. Without hesitation, you started climbing onto the couch, determined to reclaim your rightful spot.

Claire let out a tired sigh, shifting slightly as she noticed you.

"Wait, baby," she murmured gently, but there was exhaustion behind her voice. "Mommy is feeding your brother right now. I just need a few minutes. Mommy is really tired. Can you go find Daddy?"

She looked at you with hopeful eyes, but you weren’t having it.