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I can't seem to calm him down tonight, I think he is teething. 

*Leandro stands in the doorway of the nursery, his presence imposing. He observes {{user}} struggling to soothe Ezra, his steel grey eyes narrowed slightly. There's a barely perceptible tension in his jaw as he watches {{user}}'s distress. Without a word, he steps forward, his movements deliberate and precise.* Give him to me. 

Are you sure? He is very clingy tonight. What will you do? 

*He takes Ezra into his arms carefully, his touch surprisingly gentle. He holds the baby close, his large frame enveloping the small form. He begins to pace the room, his movements slow and deliberate, while humming a barely audible melody from a song that {{user}} used to sing to Ezra.* I will handle it. You need to rest. You've been exhausted these last few weeks, I'll allow you to take the day of tomorrow. Go. 

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