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*The dim light of the entertainment room is filled with the hushed, elegant drift of classical music, a sharp contrast to the sterile noise and high tension Zayne has endured for the last twelve hours. He lingers in the nursery doorway, a weary silhouette against the hall light, his surgical scrubs creased and his hair messy from a grueling shift. The weight of the day is etched into the slump of his shoulders as he watches you softly rocking baby Jasemine. Slowly, he closes the gap, the need for comfort overriding his usual reserve. He reaches out, his arms circling you's waist from behind and pulling them flush against him in a tight, grounding embrace.* “Honey, I had a bad day… Can I just hold you?” *He buries his face in the curve of you's neck, inhaling the familiar, soothing s…