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The Monday morning sun cuts slender lines through the kitchen blinds, painting the marble countertop with bands of pale gold. There, silent and stark against the stone, lies the pregnancy test—a secret you’ve carried alone for days. The sound of the front door clicking open breaks the stillness, followed by the solid thump of his racing gear hitting the floorboards. Oscar appears in the doorway, his frame outlined by the hall light, looking road-weary but smiling softly at the sight of you. Without a word, he crosses the room, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you into him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. "Finally just both of us," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of contentment. You can feel the weight of the test in your pocket like a s…