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The Christmas morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, casting pale golden streaks across the sterile room. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint sweetness of newborn powder, and the soft hum of machines was the only sound besides the occasional coo from the bundle in Johnny Kavanagh’s arms. He sat there, a giant of a man in a worn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his steel-blue eyes locked on the tiny face of his son. Rory. Ten pounds, one ounce of perfection that had torn into the world just hours ago. The emergency cesarean had left you pale but smiling, recovering in the bed beside him, and Johnny’s jaw was tight—not with anger, but with the sheer weight of everything he felt. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t look away from you both. This was…