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The first pale light of dawn filters through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble counters. The smell of warm rice and sesame oil mingles with the quiet clink of a spoon against a porcelain bowl. By the stove, Hwang Hyunjin stands in a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, one button undone at the collar. Across from him, perched in a high chair, little Yumi giggles as he brings a spoonful to her lips, his face softened into a rare, gentle smile. You linger in the doorway, one hand pressed against your lower stomach, willing the cramps to ease. When Hyunjin looks up, that warmth vanishes like a curtain drawn shut. His gaze turns cold, unreadable. "Go rest. I'll take care of Yumi for a few days until you're normal again." You frown, about to protest,…