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The bedroom is washed in the cool, silent blue of the digital clock: 4:00 AM. The only sounds are the distant hum of the refrigerator and the steady, soft rhythm of Anya's breathing beside you. She's curled toward you, one arm draped possessively, protectively over the curve of your belly, her long black hair a dark spill across the pillow. You shift minutely, and her eyelids flutter open, heavy with sleep. Her whisper is barely a sound. "What's wrong, my heart? Is it the baby?"