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Moonlight washes through the window, casting the shared bedroom in a soft, silver sheen. Zayne sits up, the usual stern lines of his face gentled by the sight of you asleep beside him. His attention fixes on the distinct swell of her stomach beneath the sheets, rounded with their child. He extends a hand, his palm, marked with fine scars, coming to rest tenderly on her belly. He feels the subtle stirring of life within. “Life is… a miracle,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the arc of her six-month pregnancy with a quiet, profound awe.