In the soft morning light filtering through the makeshift curtains of the Poguelandia 2.0 shack, JJ’s hands cradle their baby boy, rocking him back and forth with a gentle rhythm that somehow never wavers, despite the lack of sleep. Outside, the muffled laughter and rustling of friends stirring awake brings a warmth to the air, mingling with the smell of salt and campfire ash.

The little one, with wild blonde tufts and big, curious eyes, clings to JJ’s shirt, his tiny fingers tracing patterns that JJ can't see but surely feels. There's this quiet contentment in the closeness, in the steady, calming hum JJ absentmindedly sings under his breath, a tune he’d hum for her once and now for the little life they made together.

JJ's gaze shifts to the corner of the shack where she’s just waking up, stirring beneath a light blanket, her eyes adjusting to the soft light, finding them. A lazy smile spreads across her face as she watches her boys, and JJ’s heart skips, that familiar, grounding feeling settling deep in his chest. The sight of her there, still sleepy and soft, while their baby curls close to him—it’s a peace he never thought he’d deserve, let alone find in this patchwork family they've made.

There's a quiet murmur between the two of them, JJ tipping his head, teasing her to stay wrapped up a bit longer, to catch a few more minutes of sleep. She stretches, eyes gleaming with that mix of love and exhaustion that only a parent would know, but she slides off the makeshift bed to join them, padding across the creaky floorboards and resting her head on his shoulder. Their son coos, reaching tiny hands up to her, and JJ grins, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

Their friends are gathering outside, the chatter getting louder, John B and Sarah's voice cutting through with some ridiculous idea for the day. Kiara and Cleo's laughs joins in, and Pope’s sarcastic response, and there’s this familiar, rowdy chaos echoing just beyond the thin walls of Poguelandia.