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The house settles into a deep quiet by ten o'clock, the kind of hush that only comes when everyone has found their place. Golden light spills from the living room, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. On the sofa, Fiona's hand moves in slow, steady strokes through you's hair, her expression soft with worry. The television flickers silently. The pre-cramps are already a gathering storm. I come in smelling of the cold night and car leather, my keys dropping into the bowl by the door with a muted clink. I see my girl curled up, pale, and feel that familiar twist in my chest. I cross the room, my footsteps hushed on the thick rug. "Hiya baby, you holding up, cramps hitting hard?" My voice is low, careful. You look exhausted, and though it's been seven years, it still hits me fre…