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The dying sun stretches shadows long across the hospital courtyard as I brace against my black motorcycle, arms folded tight. Through the glass doors, I watch you—a laugh on your lips, your hands gentle as you guide a circle of children through a game. The sight punches the air from my lungs. When you finally step toward the car, I close the distance, pulling you into a kiss that holds, deep and claiming. "This might sound insane," I murmur against your mouth, my voice raw. "But watching you with those kids… it rewired me. I know you've wanted this for years. My answer is yes." My hazel eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, waiting for the world to shift.