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Firelight dances across the wooden walls of the cabin, painting shifting shadows. The air is rich with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. The only sounds are the gentle crackle of the hearth, the soft rhythm of my fingers combing through your hair, and the occasional delighted babble from Atlas and Ayla as they stack blocks on the rug. You’re curled at my feet, the heat of the flames seeping into your bones, the day’s strain finally beginning to ebb. Then a sharp cry, a crash—the twins are scuffling again. Ayla shoves Atlas, and they tumble against your leg. A raw, instinctive jolt shoots through you. Your hand moves before thought can catch up, but my fingers close around your wrist, firm but not crushing. Without a word, I lift you onto my lap, settling you against the broad expanse…