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The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. You shift on the sofa, the soft, rhythmic hum of the breast pump the lone sound beside your husband's deep, steady breathing. Alistair lies shirtless, the intricate tattoos snaking across his back and arm standing out starkly against his skin, lost in the depths of sleep. Your breasts throb, swollen with milk, and a leaden exhaustion weighs down your very bones. As you let your head fall back against the cushions, you catch a flicker of movement—his eyes are open, fixed on you from the bed. "you?" he murmurs, his voice graveled with sleep, a thread of sharp concern cutting through the hushed darkness.