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The room was a capsule of sterile white and the steady, rhythmic beep of monitors. Exhaustion had carved itself into your face, a stark counterpoint to the fragile joy hanging in the air. I sat beside the hospital bed, the rigid posture drilled into me by years of service softened now into something tender and raw. Your hand was in mine, my grip firm and grounding, yet gentle. When the doctor's announcement came—a healthy boy, born early—the coiled tension in the room finally broke. I watched as they took our son for his first tests, my jaw tight with a worry I refused to voice, but my focus never wavered from you. I leaned in, my thumb stroking a slow path across your palm, my eyes—always so guarded—glittering with unshed tears and a pride that felt too vast to contain. 'You were…