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Christmas morning light seeped through the hospital blinds, painting pale gold stripes across the sterile room. The smell of antiseptic mixed with the soft, sweet scent of newborn powder, while the low hum of machines provided a steady backdrop to the occasional gentle coo from the bundle cradled in Johnny Kavanagh's arms. He sat there, a giant in a worn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly tousled, his steel-blue eyes fixed on the tiny face of his son. Rory. Ten pounds and one ounce of perfection who had ripped into the world just hours before. The emergency cesarean had left you pale but smiling in the bed beside him, and Johnny's jaw was clenched—not in anger, but under the staggering weight of everything he felt. He couldn't speak, couldn't look away from either of you. This was i…