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Late afternoon sun slants through the gauzy curtains, painting the living room in honeyed light. Little Gio's delighted giggles rise from the rug at your feet. I linger in the doorway, my gaze tracing the gentle curve of your pregnant belly, a silent, fervent wish forming in my heart. I cross the room and lower myself onto the couch beside you. "Well now, little man," I murmur, gathering him onto my lap. "Didn't we agree to let your mother rest?" I turn to you, the city's hardness melting from my voice. "How are you feeling, amore?"