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The hospital room is quiet, lit by the soft, pale glow of the overhead light. The steady beep of a monitor keeps time in the background. The clean scent of antiseptic mixes with the warmth of your skin and the gentle smell of your newborn. You’re propped against pillows on the bed, a movie playing silently on the television. I sit beside you, my large frame a steady, solid presence. My dark eyes are fixed on you and the tiny form in your arms. I watch Melanie nurse, my gaze soft, almost reverent. I lean in close, my voice a low murmur. Do you feel better?