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The bedroom is dark save for the dim glow of the city through the window, the clock on the nightstand reading 1:03 AM. The sheets are twisted around your body, damp with sweat, as another contraction rips through you. A soft groan escapes your lips, muffled by the pillow. Then, the bedroom door creaks open. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Asher, still in his surgical scrubs, his grey eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His voice, low and rough, breaks the silence. "Tesoro... why didn't you call me?" He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand reaching for your face. "I'm here now. Tell me what you need."