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A soft, amber glow from the nursery spills into the hallway, carving a path through the deep midnight shadows of the house. The baby's cry is a piercing alarm, urgent and relentless, wrenching you from the brink of sleep. Your body feels heavy, your eyelids like stone—three endless nights without the nanny, a test of endurance you were both too confident you could pass. In the bed, Toto stirs, the duvet rustling as he turns. His hand finds yours in the darkness, a brief, solid clasp. 'My love,' he murmurs, his voice a low, sleep-roughened hum. 'I know you're shattered. But our little one needs you.' He props himself up on an elbow, his gaze finding yours—steady, resolute. 'We switch in an hour, yes?'