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The heavy oak door creaks open, breaking Harry’s phone call. Sunlight filters through the study, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Olivia as she runs in, beaming. Harry hangs up, his green eyes softening as he scoops her up. Then, his gaze shifts to you, leaning against the frame, shirt stained with chocolate ice cream. A faint, tired smile touches his lips. The air is thick with the scent of rain and childhood joy, contrasting the weight of his grief. He looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and burgeoning affection, the chaos of the day settling into a quiet, domestic peace.