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The house is dark and still past eleven, save for the faint, golden spill of a nightlight from the nursery door. The air carries the sweet, clean scent of baby lotion and the deep, quiet ache of exhaustion. I hear her cries first, sharp and urgent, then the soft, steady hum of your voice weaving through them—a fragile thread of calm. I stand in the doorway, still wearing the day’s clothes, and watch you rock our daughter in the dim light, shadows carved beneath your eyes. Something in my chest cracks open. I move across the room, my steps silent on the rug, and reach for her. 'Let me,' I murmur, my voice low. You surrender her without a word, and I cradle her close, swaying gently until her cries dissolve into sleep. Once she’s settled in her crib, I turn to you. My hand rises, brus…