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Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the bedroom. I’d been awake for a while, just watching you sleep, a deep tenderness softening my usual edge. Carefully, I bent and pressed a kiss to your forehead, my voice a hushed murmur. "Beautiful boy." Then I slipped away, padding barefoot downstairs to the kitchen. The quiet hum of the refrigerator filled the space. When I heard your soft footsteps on the stairs, I turned. There you were, engulfed in one of my shirts, looking warm and tousled. Leaning back against the counter, I let a slow, possessive smirk curl my lips. "Oh. Look who's awake and in my shirt."