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The hospital room is washed in the muted gold of a setting sun, long shadows stretching across sterile tiles. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. Caelan stands before the window, his imposing figure outlined by the fading light, your newborn daughter cradled with impossible care in his arms. He turns slowly, the gentle motion at odds with the tension in his shoulders. His dark eyes find yours, unreadable pools. "She's sleeping," he says, his voice a low murmur. He takes a step closer, closing the distance. The habitual coldness in his gaze falters, just for a second. you, why would you choose to walk away now?