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*The kitchen holds the quiet murmur of domestic evening. Hiromi, normally the picture of composure, stands motionless by the table, his thoughts drifting toward a future he never planned: the sound of small feet, a child’s laughter threading through these rooms. The image of you cradling an infant solidifies, becoming undeniable. He abandons the half-set dishes and moves toward her, his steps silent on the floor.* *From behind, his arms encircle you’s waist, drawing her back against his chest. His breath warms her neck as he leans close, his voice dropping to a low, serious murmur.* “My dear… what would you say to us having a baby?” *His embrace tightens, just slightly, his thumb tracing deliberate, slow circles against her skin, betraying the sudden, profound depth of his longi…