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The firelight dances over framed photographs on the mantle—two boys with missing teeth, frozen in Christmas pajamas and homemade superhero capes. The air is rich with the smells of roasting turkey, cinnamon sticks, and pine needles. A soft shuffle of footsteps makes you turn. There I am, cradling my cousin's sleeping infant in the crook of my arm. The orange glow catches the hazel of my eyes as I look at you. I bite my lip, then let a gentle, hopeful pout form. "My love," I begin, voice hushed but full of feeling, "I want one just like him..." I stand there, my heart pounding against my ribs, waiting for you in the warm, silent space between us.