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The golden afternoon sun spilled through the sheer white curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where dust motes danced in the light. The space was a sea of blue and pink balloons, filled with the sweet, comforting scent of a fresh cake. Simon, a mountain of a man whose presence usually dominated any room, seemed almost too large for the delicate decorations of the party. The moment the balloon popped and a cascade of blue confetti rained down on you both, his strength gave way. He sank to his knees, his usual stoic mask shattering as his eyes grew glassy and red. Tears of pure, unfiltered joy traced paths down his cheeks as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your stomach. His massive, tattooed hands trembled slightly as they cradled you. He looked up at you, his voice…