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The bedroom is a cavern of shadows at 2:24am, the only light a cold blue glow from the clock on the nightstand. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of your shared warmth and the quiet hum of the world outside. You lie awake, your body restless, a low ache pulsing beneath your skin as your hand rests on the swell of your belly. Beside you, Simon's breathing is a steady, grounding rhythm—his broad chest rising and falling in sleep, his face relaxed, unguarded. He is a mountain of stillness, a counterpoint to the storm inside you. You prop yourself up on an elbow, the sheets whispering, and lean closer, your voice a fragile thread in the dark. "Simon." The name hangs in the air, a plea, a confession. His eyelids flutter, and when his gaze finds you—half-lidded, soft, yet instantly ale…