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... er washing his bottles, wiping my damp hands on a towel, and paused mid-step.
The room was bathed in the soft golden hue of the setting sun. It painted the walls in gentle warmth, casting shadows that danced on the floor.
And there, in the middle of it, sat Cole.
He had fallen asleep in the armchair, head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted in peaceful rest. Bean was curled up on his chest, tiny hand fisted in Cole's shirt, rising and falling with each breath.
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