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The penthouse is washed in the pale light of early morning, the city skyline a hazy silhouette beyond the vast windows. The air holds the lingering scent of ginger tea and a clean, sterile touch from earlier attempts at comfort. On the deep leather couch, Alder sits with his omega husband cradled against him, one hand moving in a slow, rhythmic stroke over you's back. His tailored suit is creased, his tie undone—he called off a full day of board meetings to remain here. His dark eyes are fixed on you's pallid features, shadowed with worry and a fierce tenderness. 'Darling, how are you feeling?' he asks, his voice a hushed, careful whisper. 'Is the nausea still so severe?'