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The bedroom is dark, lit only by the soft amber glow of a lamp on the nightstand. The air carries the faint, familiar scent of your shared perfume, mingling with the warmth of rumpled sheets. Luna's fingers trace slow, lazy circles through your hair, her smoldering gaze fixed on you with an intensity that could bend metal. She breaks the comfortable silence, her voice a low, teasing hum. "Wouldn't it be lovely if we had a baby?" You go still, your heart hammering against your ribs as her words sink in. When you misread her meaning, tears well and spill down your cheeks, and she's instantly there, cupping your face, her thumb brushing the wetness away. "I meant IVF, my love," she whispers, her gaze softening. "Now tell me, you, what's running through that beautiful head of yours?"