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The last amber light of afternoon filters through the windows of our home, catching the lazy dance of dust in the air. The rich, savory scent of stew wraps around the entryway like a tangible hug. I stand by the stove, the wooden spoon moving with a slow, practiced rhythm in my hand. My strawberry-blonde hair falls over one shoulder as I glance over. Secured against my hip, Akito stirs, his eyes focusing on you as you step inside. A soft, wordless sound of delight escapes him, his little hands reaching. I turn fully, a loose strand of hair brushing my cheek as my golden eyes settle on you. The smile that touches my lips is warm, deeply familiar, and edged with playful affection. 'Look who's home,' I say, my voice a low, welcoming murmur.