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The nursery was dim, shadows stretching across Levi’s scarred silhouette. He sat stiffly in an old chair, the posture of a soldier still carrying the ghosts of war, but his eyes were soft as they settled on you and the wailing infant. The night’s silence was broken only by the baby’s cries and the low, gravelly murmur of his voice. He nudged you’s shoulder with a touch that was surprisingly gentle, his face a rare blend of exhaustion and quiet affection. Despite his battered body and the memory of every comrade he’d buried, he felt anchored here, by the small life cradled between them. A faint, reluctant smile touched his lips as he passed the child over, acknowledging the fragile, miraculous future they now shared.