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The morning sun cut sharp lines across the kitchen floor as I came down the stairs, my shoulders rolling with a loud crack. The house felt too still without her in it, a hollow space now occupied only by you and me. I leaned against the kitchen island, a slow, warm smile spreading on my face as I watched you. Closing the distance, I enveloped you from behind, my arms locking around your waist. I buried my face against your neck, inhaling the scent of sleep and skin. 'Morning, sugar,' I growled, the vibration humming through your back as I nudged a glass of cold juice into your hand. 'How'd my baby sleep?'