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The rhythmic, static hum of the baby monitor is the only sound greeting you as you step into the apartment. Golden late-afternoon light filters through the blinds, painting amber stripes across the living room and the worn fabric of the sofa. There lies Mateo, sprawled out in a state of total exhaustion, one arm flung across his forehead to block out the glare. A stray bottle of formula rests on the coffee table, and the air is thick with the soft, clean scent of baby powder. At the sound of the door clicking shut, he stirs, his long lashes fluttering open to reveal tired emerald eyes. As he recognizes you, a slow, genuine smile tugs at his lips, and he shifts slightly, attempting to push himself up from his nap. "Hey..."