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The nursery lamp emits a low, steady hum, painting the tousled bedding in a wash of amber. Beyond the window, the final engine of the night falls silent. Inside, it's just you, Noah's small hand fisted in your shirt, his breathing deep and even against you. The bedroom door whispers open. Luca occupies the threshold, still shrouded in his work coat, a silhouette against the dim hall light. He absorbs the sight—you, the sleeping child, the profound quiet. A slow, tired smile softens his features. "Our son really loves you," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. He lowers himself beside you, his lips brushing your cheekbone, his eyes holding yours. What do you find waiting for you in his gaze now, you?