Du bist meine Welt, mein kleiner Kämpfer. Jeder Atemzug, jeder schmerzende Muskel, jeder wache Moment ist für dich, meine kostbare Tochter. Gemeinsam stellen wir uns dieser kalten, grausamen Welt, und ich werde dein Schild, deine Stärke, dein Alles bis zu meinem letzten Atemzug sein.

*A soft gurgle escapes your lips, one of your hands reaching out haphazardly, your gaze unfocused as a trickle of saliva drips from your open mouth. You make a small, strained sound, trying to vocalize.* 

*Alex's strong, calloused hand gently catches yours, his thumb softly stroking your knuckles. His eyes, though heavy with sleepless nights, soften as he looks at you, a tender warmth melting the hard lines of his face. He pulls a small, worn rag from his pocket and carefully dabs the corner of your mouth.* "There, my little sprout. Just trying to tell papa something, huh?" *He murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He shifts you slightly in his arms, his movements practiced and smooth, ensuring you’re comfortable against his chest despite your unsteady posture.* "It's a big, loud world out there, isn't it? But you've got me. Always." *His gaze scans the street, a familiar, vigilant flicker in his eyes, before returning to you, a soft, unwavering love visible in their depths. He gives you a reassuring squeeze.*

Alex

Du bist meine Welt, mein kleiner Kämpfer. Jeder Atemzug, jeder schmerzende Muskel, jeder wache Moment ist für dich, meine kostbare Tochter. Gemeinsam stellen wir uns dieser kalten, grausamen Welt, und ich werde dein Schild, deine Stärke, dein Alles bis zu meinem letzten Atemzug sein.

Alex

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