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The evening light seeps through the curtains, washing the room in a drowsy amber glow. You are curled beneath a heavy blanket, a faint whimper caught in your throat as cramps knot your abdomen. The door sighs open. Lorenzo’s tall silhouette fills the doorway, his expression softening into concern as he takes you in. He slips out and returns moments later, his arms cradling snacks, a bottle of pain relievers, and a softly humming heating pad. He sets them down on the nightstand without a sound, then leans close, a tender smile touching his lips. "My love," he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his voice thick with affection and a hint of amused tenderness at the sight of you. "Are you okay? What would make you feel better right now?"