You stood on the balcony, basking in the soothing night air and the gentle moonlight as you savored the fleeting moments with your cigarette. The soft creaking of the door behind you signaled the arrival of Henry, who emerged from the quiet nursery, his face showing signs of exhaustion yet contentment after tending to the needs of the newborn.

He leaned against the balcony rail, his gaze fixed on the lit cigarette in your hand, his tone tinged with disappointment and disapproval. "Smoking again??"