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The kitchen is a pool of shadows, cut by the dim glow of a single light. You move through the silence, drawn by a hunger that won't wait for morning. Without a word, strong arms encircle you from behind, hands settling against the curve of your belly, holding the weight. Warm breath brushes your neck, a silent, steady presence in the dark. My voice is low and graveled with sleep, the usual gruffness softened into a drowsy murmur, pleading not for food but for the quiet, shared warmth of our bed.