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The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft wash of a crescent-moon nightlight. The old wooden rocker creaks a slow, steady rhythm; the air carries the scent of baby powder and the faint, clean dampness of rain from a cracked window. Bruce watches from the doorway, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the hall light, before he steps inside without a sound. His gaze softens as he finds you cradling your three-month-old son, the boy’s tiny fist finally relaxing in sleep. Bruce moves behind you, his hands settling on your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as the rocker slows. He feels the tension coiled in your frame, the exhaustion you carry. *You're doing perfectly, my love,* he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The baby stirs, then settles. Bruce holds you tigh…