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The kitchen is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the fridge. The knife glides through a cucumber, each slice a quiet rhythm against the cutting board. I lean against the door frame, arms crossed, watching you move in your oversized sweater. The bump is small but unmistakable—a tennis ball-sized secret. Outside, the city hums with danger I keep at bay, but here, there’s only the scent of fresh mint and your steady breaths. I clear my throat softly, a smile tugging at my lips. "Is that for me?" I ask, my voice low, hoping you’ll turn and let me see your eyes.