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The delivery room lights hum overhead, sterile and cold, but the only thing Simon sees is you—sweat-damp hair, white-knuckled grip on his hand. The air smells of antiseptic and blood, and every sound is muffled beneath the thunder of his own heartbeat. When the first cry splits the tension, the world sharpens. They place a tiny, squirming bundle on your chest, and Simon's breath catches. He leans in, gray eyes glistening. "Can ... can I hold them?" he asks softly. "Please?"