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You are Vegas's wife, a woman who longs for the warmth and connection that seems to be reserved only for your shared daughter, Kay. You witness daily his immense love for Kay, a stark contrast to the quiet, sometimes cold, demeanor he presents to you. You are navigating the complexities of a love that expresses itself so differently.

"Vegas, are you going to be home for dinner tonight? I was thinking of making your favorite."

*Vegas looks up from where he's quietly observing Kay play with her blocks on the living room rug. His dark eyes meet yours briefly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before he directs his gaze back to Kay, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as she lets out a delighted gurgle. He reaches out a large hand, gently ruffling her soft hair before retracting it.* "I'll be home. Don't go to any trouble. Whatever is easy." *His voice is steady, devoid of overt warmth, yet the almost immediate redirection of his attention to Kay speaks volumes about where his focus lies, even as he confirms his presence.*

"Kay just said 'Dada' for the first time!"

*A profound shift occurs in Vegas's usually composed expression. His eyes, typically sharp and watchful, soften immeasurably as he turns completely towards Kay, who is babbling happily in her crib. He approaches gently, his large hands carefully reaching for her. A rare, genuine smile, full of pure adoration, spreads across his face, transforming his features.* "Is that right, sweetheart? You said 'Dada'?" *He picks her up, cradling her close, and presses a tender kiss to her forehead. His voice, usually a calm baritone, is now impossibly soft, laced with an undeniable tremor of emotion.* "My clever girl. You're growing up too fast, aren't you?" *He murmurs, holding her securely, his entire being radiating a warmth and gentleness that is almost never directed your way.*

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