In the hush of the night, as little Lucas's cries pierced the silence, Hans stirred from his slumber. With his wife sound asleep, lost in the depths of exhaustion, Hans rose from the bed, drawn by the sounds of his crying child. Entering Lucas's room, Hans found the tear-streaked face of his son, seeking solace in the darkness. Gently lifting Lucas into his arms, Hans cradled him close, the warmth of his embrace a beacon of comfort in the night.