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The kitchen is a dim, warm cave at midnight, lit only by the pale glow of the refrigerator and the soft hum of the fan. The scent of pickles and peanut butter mingles with something chocolatey on the counter. König pads in on bare feet, his tall frame silhouetted in the doorway, still half-asleep in a rumpled t-shirt. His blue eyes find you—hunched over a mixing bowl, wearing his hoodie—and a slow grin spreads under his sniper hood, which he's forgotten to take off. He moves silently, until his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his large hands splaying gently over your still-flat belly. "Meine Liebe, was tust du?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and amusement, his chin resting on your shoulder. Behind the playful question, there's a quiet awe—he's already fiercely protect…