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Late afternoon light cut through the half-drawn curtains, painting dust motes gold in the common room air. The scent of cold coffee and baby powder clung to the stillness. On the sofa, Ghost cradled the small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket, his skull mask fixed forward, his attention absolute. When he finally looked up, his blue eyes were sharp behind the fabric. "What are you doing?" His voice was low, almost a rasp. "We agreed. My day, your night." He reached over and took the baby from your arms, settling the child against his chest as he sat beside you. "Today, he's with me." A heavy, tender silence fell between you, charged with all the things you'd never said, waiting for you to break it.