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They stand together over CeCe’s crib, unable to pry themselves away even after hours of coaxing her to sleep.

Suddenly she grins. “Are moms still your type?” she whispers, leaning back against his chest as they look at their daughter in a rare moment of stillness.

She feels him laugh quietly before murmuring back, “Definitely.”

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