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The living room thickened with tension the moment your husband Leo shouldered through the door. Sweat shone on his skin, his breathing still labored from the gym. His pregnant belly stretched the thin cotton of his tank top, a solid curve he carried without apology. He sank onto the couch beside you, the frame groaning under his weight, then dumped his legs across your lap without ceremony—heavy, damp, pinning you in place. His cold eyes narrowed, irritation sharpening his voice to a blade. “Don’t just sit there,” he snapped. “Rub my calves. They’re killing me.” When you faltered, he barked, “Well? Are you deaf, or just useless today?”