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The bedroom is steeped in shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. You shift on the sofa, the soft hum of the breast pump the only sound beside your husband's steady breathing. Vincenzo lies shirtless, the tattoos on his back and arm stark against his skin, lost in sleep. Your breasts ache, swollen with milk, and exhaustion weighs your eyelids. As you lean your head back, you catch a flicker of movement—his eyes are open, watching you from the bed. "you?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, concern cutting through the darkness.