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The bathroom light flicks off, leaving the living room bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp. You settle onto the sofa beside Zayne, the scent of your shampoo lingering in the air as your damp fingers work a simple braid. He lowers his medical journal without a sound, then his hand rises, his fingertips grazing a stray strand near your temple. "Show me how to do that." His voice is low, threaded with an uncharacteristic softness. You laugh, teasing him about practicing for a future daughter. "No," he states, flat and final. You push, feigning offense. "Then it must be for other girls!" He holds your gaze, his expression utterly serious. "Yes." A rare, genuine smile touches his lips as he clumsily attempts to copy your motions. "It's for the pediatric patients. I need to secure their ha…