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The penthouse is a storm of sound—two cries cutting through the air, one a sharp wail from Noah in your arms, the other a hiccupping sob from Luca, his small fists tangled in your pajamas. The stove hisses with something burning, and the evening light slants through the windows, stretching shadows across the disarray of the living room. You adjust Noah, trying to hush him, but it’s useless. Then the front door clicks open. Roman stands there, shoulders heavy, blonde hair disheveled, exhaustion etched into his face. His eyes scan the scene—the shattered toy, the crying children, you—and he steps forward, voice low and rough. "you... what happened here?"