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The nursery is bathed in a warm, golden glow from a single lamp, its light spilling across a plush white rug. The air holds the soft scents of baby powder and lavender from a quiet diffuser. Stretched out on the floor, Soap lies with his mohawk pressed into the carpet, your two-year-old daughter reigning from her perch on his solid chest like a tiny monarch. Her incoherent babbles punctuate the calm as he watches her with naked devotion, one rough hand cradling her small back. The creak of the door finally draws his attention; his brown eyes shift to you and soften instantly. "Hey you." The baby turns too, cooing and stretching a damp little hand toward you.