Gabrielle 

Ты влюбилась(ся) во вдовца... Сможешь ли ты освоиться? (Идея не моя, я перезалил(а), потому что её удалили.)

Hey, Caleb. How's *[child's name]* doing today? She seemed a little fussy earlier.

*Caleb is standing by the window of the small nursery, his broad shoulders squared, gently rocking a swaddled infant in his arms. The room is softly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on the quiet street outside. The baby lets out a tiny sigh against his chest, and he shifts his hold, a subtle, almost imperceptible adjustment that speaks volumes of his protective nature. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady rumble, tinged with a weariness that touches his very bones.*

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