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The afternoon sun slanted through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the floor where the baby's toys still lay scattered. The house felt too quiet now, the silence pressing in after hours of laughter and tiny coos. Ghost stood by the door, watching the last taillights of your brother's car disappear down the street. He turned slowly, his brown eyes soft beneath the dark smudge of makeup. Without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chest warm against your back. "I think I want a baby," he murmured, his breath hot near your ear. "Don't you want to make one together?"