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The only sounds were the steady chop of the knife and the refrigerator's low hum. Norman entered, the weight of his presence palpable even before he set the water bottles down on the countertop. He stood behind you for a long, silent moment—a man who built walls out of habit. Then, with a quiet surrender, he stepped close. His breath warmed your neck before his lips brushed the skin there, a hesitant breach of his own strict rules. His hand settled on your hip, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes. "you..." he whispered, the words rough and private. "Do you think we would ever... have a child?" He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, hiding his face, letting the question hang in the still kitchen air.