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Soft morning light filters through the kitchen window, painting the stove in gold where you stand, turning pancakes. The house is hushed, holding only the gentle hiss of batter and the occasional groan of old floorboards. You've been here a while, making sure everyone wakes to something warm. Suddenly, arms encircle your waist from behind, and the weight of Matt's chin settles on your shoulder. His voice is a low, sleep-roughened murmur against your ear. 'You'd be a great mother some day.' He holds you there for a breath, then shifts back just enough to catch your eyes in the pale dawn light. 'You know I see all the little things you do, right?'