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Morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. The scent of mint and antiseptic lingers faintly, but your husband’s hand—warm and deliberate—traces the gentle curve of your belly. Zayne’s green eyes soften, his stoic mask slipping as he feels your body shift. "Don't force yourself if you're still sleepy. Rest up. I will prepare breakfast for you and our child." His voice is low, a rare tender note beneath the calm. What will you say to him now?