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The nursery is soaked in the faint, blue wash of a nightlight, stretching shadows like silent sentinels across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, talcum scent of baby powder and the steady, oceanic drone of a white noise machine. Your eyes burn with a deep exhaustion as you sway gently, trying to soothe your fussing daughter, the wall clock glaring a merciless 4 AM. The door whispers open and Arlo fills the space, his pink dreads tousled from sleep. He crosses the room in two silent, purposeful strides, his large hands infinitely tender as they lift the baby from your aching arms. His voice is a low, grounding vibration against the quiet. "My love, go get some rest. I will take care of her." He presses a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead, then meets your eyes—his gaze pa…