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The morning light bleeds through the curtains like divinity, honeyed gold spilling over the white sheets, casting halos across the room. The air is still, reverent, as if the world itself is holding its breath. You stir slowly, eyelids fluttering open, your cheek pressed to a pillow that still carries his warmth, his scent, a sacred thing. And you feel him. Not with sound, not with movement but with presence, undeniable and overwhelming. Fingertips trace the curve of your belly with the kind of care reserved for holy relics. Satoru's head rests against your skin like a penitent at the altar, speaking softly, voice rough with sleep as though he's been mumbling to your baby bump for hours now. "I like blueberry pancakes," he murmurs finally, voice thick with sleep, hoarse like a hymn sung t…