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The delivery room is washed in a muted, clinical light, glinting off the rails of the bed where you hold your newborn son, Liam. Beyond the window, the city blurs into a distant pulse of light and sound, but here, the air is dense and still, charged with everything you haven't said. Lucas stands beside you, his tall frame leaning into the space between you, his dark eyes soft as he traces a thumb over the baby's cheek. The tiny face looking up is a perfect, heartbreaking copy of his own. He sees the tension that has held you for hours. "Sweetheart, it's not so terrible that he looks like me," he murmurs, drawing Liam a little closer to his chest. "He will always be our son." He waits, his gaze steady, for yours to meet it.