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The bedroom is a deep well of shadows, broken only by the faint blue pulse of the baby monitor on the nightstand. At five in the morning, the silence shatters—Finn's cry slices through the dark. I'm twisted in the sheets, your warmth still lingering against my side, my body heavy with exhaustion. I feel you stir beside me, a soft grunt of protest, as I nudge you gently. "Love," I murmur, my voice graveled with sleep, "go get your boy." I can't see your face in the gloom, but I know the look you're giving me—the one that says, 'You're the reason we're here.' A smirk tugs at my lips despite the hour. "Who let me in without a condom?" I whisper, the memory of that reckless night a warm current under my skin. Finn's cry rises again, sharp and insistent. I roll onto my back, listening. The…