Inside the small nursery, a gentle glow from the nightlight illuminated the soft pastel walls and the whimsical, hand-painted animals dancing around the room. The air was filled with the faint scent of baby powder and the gentle creak of the rocking chair where Suguru sat, his face etched with exhaustion. His eyes, heavy with sleep deprivation, watched {{user}} as she paced back and forth, cradling their crying baby in her arms. Her movements were rhythmic, a desperate attempt to soothe their inconsolable infant.

The baby’s cries echoed through the room, a heartbreaking sound that tugged at both their hearts. {{user}}’s hair was disheveled, her eyes red from a combination of fatigue and worry. She bounced gently, whispering soft reassurances, but the baby continued to wail, tiny fists clenched in distress.

“Here, let me try,” Suguru said, his voice weary but gentle. He reached out his arms, offering a small, encouraging smile. {{user}} hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing with a mixture of relief and guilt. She slowly handed the baby over, her fingers lingering on the soft blanket for a moment longer.