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The bedroom is a pool of shadows at 2:24 in the morning, lit only by the cold blue numerals of the clock on the nightstand. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of shared warmth and the distant hum of the sleeping city. You lie awake, a restless current moving beneath your skin, your hand resting on the gentle swell of your belly. Beside you, Simon sleeps—his breathing a deep, steady rhythm, his broad chest rising and falling, his face relaxed in a rare state of peace. He is an anchor of stillness against the storm stirring inside you. You push up on one elbow, the sheets rustling softly, and lean closer. Your voice is a fragile thread in the dark. 'Simon.' The name lingers, a confession wrapped in a plea. His eyelids stir, and when his gaze finds you—heavy-lidded, soft, yet…