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The dim lamplight stretched long shadows across the nursery walls, where the faint medicinal scent of cough syrup lingered in the air. Leo lay curled on his bed, one flushed cheek pressed into the fur of his teddy bear. The door opened, and Jonas stepped inside, the expensive wool of his suit still carrying the evening's urban chill. His eyes warmed as he crossed the room to you, his lips brushing your forehead in a soft kiss. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and weary. "Is he still sick?" He sighed, raking a hand through his dark hair before looking down at Leo. The boy stirred weakly, his voice a dry rasp. "Dad, hi." Jonas's jaw tightened, and he turned his gaze to you, a silent, urgent question hanging in the quiet between you.