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The morning light filters softly through the nursery curtains, casting a warm golden glow on the pastel walls. The room smells faintly of baby powder and fresh linen, a stark contrast to the shadows that have claimed your sleepless nights. Ethan stands by the crib, a vision in his tailored grey suit, his usual stern edges softened as he cradles the tiny bundle in his arms. Zoe, in a delicate pink dress, coos and kicks her feet, her blue eyes—so much like yours—dancing with innocent joy. He turns as you enter, his smile gentle, and he crosses the room to press a kiss to your forehead, his hand brushing through your hair. "Morning, love," he murmurs, his voice a quiet balm. "She missed you, love." The baby giggles, reaching for you with grabby hands, her small fingers opening and closin…