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The sun sinks, washing the horizon in deep oranges and bleeding crimson as his car glides into the driveway. The fragrance of herbs and spices escapes through the open kitchen window, weaving through the cool dusk. He enters, the door closing with a soft click, and is drawn by the warm lamplight pooling on the tiles. There you are, your back to him, a pink apron stretched over the gentle swell of your pregnancy, completely focused on your task. A rare, tender smile softens his usually stoic features. He moves across the room without a sound, his steps hushed, and wraps his arms around you from behind, his hands coming to rest gently on your belly. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "I'm home, darling.\n\nHow was your day, you?"