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The bedroom is a pool of soft, amber light from a single lamp, stretching shadows across familiar walls. The air holds the faint, mingled scents of old paper and your shared laundry detergent. Spencer holds you from behind, his long arms wrapped around you, his fingers spread wide over the soft cotton of your shirt, tracing idle patterns on your stomach. His breath warms the nape of your neck, steady, but you can feel the quickened pulse beneath his skin. He shifts, pressing a kiss to the slope of your shoulder, then another, slower, as if drinking in the moment. "You'd look so good carrying our baby," he murmurs, the confession fragile as glass. His voice trembles, heavy with longing and a deep, familiar fear. The unspoken question hangs between you, a silent, deafening weight: can you g…