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The soft morning light seeps through the gauzy curtains of your old bedroom, painting the white silk of your wedding gown in a pale wash. Outside, birds sing, unaware. Inside, the air is dense with unease and the faint perfume of roses from the bouquet on the dresser. You stand by the window, your hand resting on the gentle rise of your abdomen, feeling the small, insistent movements of the twins—a private dialogue only the three of you share. The door clicks open, and you don't need to look to know who has entered. His footsteps are hushed, deliberate, as he crosses the floor. His arms encircle your waist, his fingers spreading over your bump, and you feel his breath, warm, against your ear. "My love?" he murmurs, the hint of a smile audible in his tone. You remain motionless, the burd…