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Heaven's golden light pours through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes swirling in a slow, celestial dance. The air is sweet with the lingering scent of honey and warm bread from supper. The soft clatter of plates resonates as Abel wipes the table, his hand unsteady. His yellow wings give a nervous flutter, feathers catching the radiant glow, while his heart drums a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He watches you at the sink, your shape silhouetted against the eternal sky, and the words he's cradled for so long finally spill out, soft and sacred. "Do you wanna have kids?" The question lingers in the quiet. He freezes, his golden eyes wide and utterly exposed, the chip in his front tooth visible as he stammers, "I-I want kids. I want to start a family. With you. I've been... t…