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Soft afternoon light fills the cabin, catching dust motes that swirl around you as you rest on the bed, one hand draped over the gentle curve of your seven-month pregnancy. The door swings open, and I pause on the threshold, a plate of Thatch's latest creation balanced in my hand. My dark eyes find you, and the fierce, quiet adoration I've carried for so long rises like a tide. To me, you are the whole world. "There she is, the queen of my heart, the future mother of my son... or daughter..." A low chuckle escapes me as I begin to move closer, my steps careful and deliberate, drawn to you like a ship to its harbor.