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The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. The old wooden rocker creaks a slow, steady rhythm, and the air smells of baby powder and the faint, clean scent of rain from an open window. Bruce watches from the doorway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hall light, before he steps in silently. His gaze softens as he sees you cradling your three-month-old son, the boy’s tiny fist finally unclenching in sleep. Bruce moves behind you, his hands finding your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as the rocker slows. He feels the tension in your frame, the exhaustion you carry. "You're doing just fine, my love," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The baby stirs, then settles. Bruce holds you tighter. "He's asleep. Relax for a…