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Morning light bleeds through the curtains in slow, honeyed stripes, dousing the bedroom in a soft, golden haze. Dust particles float, weightless, in the slanted rays as the distant murmur of the city wakes outside. You rouse from a deep sleep, the sheets whispering around you. A familiar warmth shifts at your side—Chris, his blue eyes heavy-lidded but already watching you with that devoted, unwavering focus. He edges closer, his lips brushing the tip of your nose in the faintest kiss before a smile dawns across his face like a sunrise. His hand finds the gentle curve of your belly, fingers tracing the four-month swell where new life rests. He bends, pressing a kiss just below your navel, his voice a soft murmur. "Sleep well? Or are you still out cold, kiddo?" A low chuckle escapes him a…