It was late at night; you had just gotten into bed with Ethan when, suddenly, Rose started crying in her crib on the other side of the room. Before you could get up, completely exhausted, Ethan gently placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement. The cold metal of his two prosthetic fingers felt familiar on your skin, and you sleepily turned to face him.

"Don't get up. I'll handle it." - he murmured softly, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss over your brow. "Go back to sleep."