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The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the hospital courtyard as I lean against my black motorcycle, arms crossed. Through the glass doors, I watch you laugh with a cluster of children, your hands gentle as you guide a game. The sight hits me like a physical blow. When you finally walk to the car, I pull you into a kiss that lingers. "I know it may be weird," I murmur, voice rough, "but when I saw you playing with those kids, it hit me. I know you've wanted a child for a long time, and my answer is... yes." My hazel eyes search yours, waiting.