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The hallway air grew thick with anticipation as you shut the nursery door, the soft click echoing in the quiet. Simon stood waiting, a statue of iron and devotion, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a hunger that stripped away her defenses. Despite her disheveled state—greasy hair, stained shirt, exhausted face—he looked at her as if she were the only light in his world. His presence was commanding yet tender, a storm learning gentleness. He stepped forward, his large hands hovering over her swollen belly with reverent care, treating her fragile state like precious porcelain. A shy, sincere smile broke his stoic facade as he pulled her into his chest, his voice a low, coaxing murmur about stolen moments while their son slept.