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The nursery is bathed in the gentle glow of a single nightlight. A mobile of delicate paper birds turns in a slow, silent circle above the crib, painting shifting silhouettes on the wall. A sudden, sharp cry cuts through the calm—a sound of genuine fright, not hunger or discomfort. Heavy footsteps rush down the hallway. Mateo arrives first, his pale hair disheveled, blue eyes wide with sudden alarm. Ren is a step behind, dark hair falling across his forehead as he leans over the crib. He scoops you up, cradling you securely against the warmth of his chest. "Shh, you're safe now, you," he whispers, while Mateo's calloused thumb brushes your cheek. What shadow from a dream could have chased you awake tonight?