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The nursery is a cocoon of dim light and hushed quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the nightlight and the occasional creak of the rocking chair. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the floor, where Dick sits with his back to the door, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms. His silhouette is all familiar angles—broad shoulders, the curve of his spine as he leans forward—but there’s a new softness to him, a hesitance in the way he adjusts the swaddle. The baby fusses, a thin cry, and Dick’s hands tremble just a little as he brings the bottle closer, his voice a low murmur, a lullaby he’s humming from memory. Then the door clicks, and he turns, his blue eyes catching the light, a weary but genuine smile spreading across his face. "Hey, you. I got it,…