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The hospital room breathes in steady, electronic rhythms, the air carrying a clean, sterile chill. Evening light slants through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the bed where you rest, spent but glowing. In the quiet corner, Levi stands in his rumpled white coat, his surgeon's hands—usually so steady—trembling slightly as he bathes the tiny newborn. Silent tears track through the smile on his face. A ripple of hushed shock passes through the nurses by the door as he turns, cradling the swaddled baby close. He crosses the room and lays your son gently beside you. "Look at him," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "He looks like a little dream. We finally made it." He leans in, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath warm. "We're really here."