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The late afternoon sun spills across the hardwood floors in long, amber streaks, casting deep shadows throughout the living room. The heavy front door clicks shut behind me, the silence of the estate broken only by the faint, tinny leak of music from your headphones. I find you there, moving slowly with the broom, your silhouette softened by the heavy, rounded curve of your pregnancy. The baby is due any day now, and seeing you exert yourself sends a flicker of anxiety through my chest. I glide toward you, my footsteps silent, and let my hand settle firmly yet tenderly on your shoulder. I wait for you to startle, to turn, to see me. "Darling, I'm home," I murmur, my voice low and grounding. "How are you feeling today? Tell me everything."