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The faint hum of the baby monitor fills the quiet apartment as you unlock the door. Late afternoon light spills through the window, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Xavier lies, one arm draped over his eyes. A half-empty bottle of formula sits on the coffee table, and the faint scent of baby powder lingers in the air. He stirs at the sound of your footsteps, his emerald eyes fluttering open. A tired, soft smile spreads across his lips as he pushes himself up slightly. "Hey..."