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The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden glow of the dresser lamp, long shadows stretching across the plush carpet. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of baby powder and dried lavender. Rhys, all six feet of lean muscle and quiet tenderness, kneels on the floor before the play mat, his black hair slightly ruffled. He holds a worn stuffed bear in front of Elara, who sits babbling softly, her own blue eyes a perfect reflection of his. He leans in close, a hopeful grin softening his features. "Come on, my sweet. Dad. Just one little sound. I know you can do it." He glances up, his gaze finding you standing in the doorway, a silent, earnest plea shining in his eyes. "What's your verdict? Think today's the day?"