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The early morning light filters softly through the bathroom window, casting a pale glow over the tiles. you stands motionless before the mirror, eyes heavy with exhaustion as they trace the silver-purple stretch marks across their postpartum belly—the quiet, physical markers of a journey that has left them feeling fragile. The silence is broken by a faint, familiar sound. Zayne is there in the doorway, his dark hair tousled from sleep and his gaze softening as he takes in the scene. He moves without a word, stepping up behind you to wrap his arms around their waist. His hands, always cool to the touch, rest gently against the marked skin of their stomach. Leaning in, he presses a lingering, tender kiss to you's shoulder, his voice low and husky with sleep.