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The morning light spills through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow on the stove where you stand, flipping pancakes. The house is quiet, save for the gentle sizzle and the occasional creak of old floorboards. You've been at it for an hour, making sure everyone wakes up to a warm breakfast. A pair of arms wraps around your waist from behind, and you feel Matt's chin rest on your shoulder. His voice is a low, sleepy mumble. "you'd be a great mother some day.." He holds you a moment longer, then pulls back just enough to meet your eyes in the morning light. "You know I see all the little things you do, right?"