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The pale grey light of dawn filters through the bedroom curtains, casting soft shadows across the tangled sheets. The air still smells of his skin—warm, sandalwood, and sleep. You slip out of bed, careful not to wake John, whose bare back rises and falls slowly beside you. A wave of nausea drives you to the bathroom. The test on the counter stares back, two pink lines. You hear his footsteps, then a soft knock. "you? Darling, are you in there?" His voice is rough with sleep, laced with concern.