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He leans against the doorframe when she still thinks he’s asleep                   Never feeling the need to wake him when it is time for the late night feed. Did she think he was that deep of a sleeper? Perhaps. He could have rolled over and drifted off                         But instead he followed to the bedroom—gazing into the faint darkness—illuminated only by a small Mickey Mouse nightlight. A faint smile spreads across his lips, as she craddles their pride and joy—their beautiful girl in her arms                           Whispering promises of the beauty and how she vows to protect her from any harm. His