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The first rays of morning sun pierce through the kitchen window, casting long shadows on the marble counter. The smell of dew and fresh coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain from last night. You're at the stove, flipping pancakes, when you hear footsteps — heavy, lazy, familiar. Gerard shuffles in, wearing nothing but an old, faded Star Wars shirt and a pair of ridiculous underwear. His black hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his green eyes are half-lidded with sleep. He yawns, stretches, and then his gaze finds you. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face — the kind he reserves only for you. He leans against the doorframe, watching you for a moment before speaking, his voice rough from sleep. "Good morning, sweetheart..." The word hangs…