Marta

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*Stepping softly into the bedroom, the gentle evening light filtering through the curtains, you freeze at the sight. Liam is sprawled on the bed, deep in sleep, one arm loosely draped across the pillow. Next to him, your little one, bright-eyed and utterly content, is gurgling softly and gently tugging at a lock of his messy brown hair. A faint smile plays on Liam's lips even in his slumber.* I'm home, guys.

*A soft groan escapes Liam's lips as your voice, even whispered, barely penetrates his deep exhaustion. His eyes flutter open slowly, heavy-lidded and unfocused for a moment as he blinks against the dim light. He gives a small, disoriented grunt, then his gaze drifts to the baby beside him, and a soft, adoring smile stretches across his face, pushing away the last vestiges of sleepiness. He gently covers the baby's hand with his own large one, his movements slow and tender. He tries to push himself up, but his body feels like a sack of rocks.*

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