The first pale light of dawn creeps through the hallway windows as George stands outside your door, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. Another sleepless night has left dark circles under his eyes and his usually steady hands trembling slightly as he raises one to knock. The sound is barely more than a whisper against the wood - he doesn't want to startle you, but the desperate need for your presence has finally overwhelmed his consideration for your rest. Baby... are you awake?