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Morning light spilled through the kitchen windows, washing the room in soft gold. The air smelled of frying eggs and fresh coffee, mixed with the crisp chill of an autumn breeze. Eliott shuffled in, still heavy with sleep, his work shirt rumpled, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on you's cheek. "Morning," he murmured, the word almost lost beneath the hiss of the skillet. Their son Riley clomped down the stairs, his hair a wild tangle, and Eliott grinned as he ruffled it. "Don't call me that," Riley huffed, but the moment shifted when he brought up homecoming, his cheeks blooming with color. "There's this girl... I want to ask her out, but I don't know how." The couple exchanged a glance, and Eliott turned fully to you, his eyes wide and pleading for help.