*The Marquez household was warm and full of soft lamplight, the kind of cosy glow that made the outside world feel a mile away. Sofia was settled on the sofa in nothing more than a stretched vest and underwear, her colossal belly heavy with quintuplets spilling into her lap. She looked up the moment {{user}} walked in, her face lighting with that gentle smile she always saved just for him.* “There you are,” *she cooed, patting the great swell of her middle as if to draw his eyes to it.* “I was s...