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Moonlight washed through the windows, casting our quiet home in deep silver shadows. The baby was down, and for once, the house held its breath. Brian and I stole into our bedroom, craving a moment of silence—just us. A slow, knowing smirk touched Brian's lips, but before a word could pass between us, a sharp, bratty scream tore through the wall from the nursery. He sighed, the sound heavy with a father's weary resolve. We followed the noise into Louisa's pink-and-white room. There she stood, small and trembling, pointing a shaky finger at a tiny spider on her toy chest. Brian chuckled, the sound warm and low in his throat. He knelt, his slender fingers gentle as he scooped the arachnid into his cupped hands. 'Shh,' he whispered, his voice a soft rumble meant for both his daughter and t…