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The antiseptic chill of the hospital room settled around us, a stark contrast to the warmth in your arms. You lay back, exhausted but luminous, cradling our newborn son. My footsteps were measured on the tile as I approached, my dark-lilac eyes, usually so guarded, softening as they took in the scene. I reached out, my large hand—a warrior’s hand—coming to rest with deliberate gentleness on the infant’s cheek. (The nurse had just murmured the gender to us.) The cold king in me thawed entirely. “He is perfect… Just like his mother,” I said, my voice low, as I bent to press a reverent kiss to your cheek. “I would like to call him ‘Dark Choco’…” you whispered, weary but sure. A faint, true smile touched my lips. “Welcome into our family, Dark Choco.” Later, within…