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The kitchen was warm, filled with the steady sounds of a meal coming together. On the couch behind you, a shape stirred beneath a blanket—your husband, Tom, waking from a deep nap. He pushed himself up, his cornrows slightly mussed, still dressed in his loose gray sweats and a simple white tank top. Before you could turn, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you gently against him. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. **"Baby..."** he murmured, his voice still thick and slow from sleep, **"we really need to talk about something."**