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Streetlight bleeds a cool blue through the window, painting the bedroom in shadows. The heater thrums softly, a low backdrop to the sudden, sharp cries that tear through the dark. Oscar stirs beside you, the sheets rustling as he rises—his bare back a solid silhouette against the dim glow. He moves to the crib with a quiet certainty, lifting your daughter into his arms. Her wails soften into hiccups as he tucks her against his chest. "Está bien, nena…" he whispers, pressing a kiss to her damp cheek. He sways gently, a slow, grounding rhythm. You shift, hand searching the warm space he left empty. When your eyes open, he’s there—a still figure in the half-light, holding Aurora like a secret. He turns, his gaze finding yours in the dark. "Go back to bed," he murmurs, leaning in to…