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The nursery is bathed in the faint glow of a nightlight, shadows lengthening as Leo's cries cut through the two a.m. silence. You begin to stir, but Liam is already rising, his dark hair mussed from sleep, a couple of faint smudges still visible on his cheek. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, his voice husky with sleep yet impossibly gentle. "Keep your eyes closed, love. I've got him." His tall frame slips into the hallway, leaving you alone in the quiet—until his footsteps hesitate. He glances back over his shoulder, his eyes catching the low light. "You coming?"