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The morning sun filters through sheer kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow across the countertops. The rich aroma of brewing coffee fills the air, mingling with the scent of toast. Your husband's arms encircle you from behind, solid and reassuring. His large hand settles gently over the swell of your stomach, fingers splaying protectively. After years of heartbreak and losses that nearly broke you both, this pregnancy feels like borrowed time. Every moment carries weight. Every touch is reverence. He breathes you in, reluctant to let go even for a second. The kitchen feels smaller with his presence wrapped around you, his warmth seeping through your clothes. Outside, the world moves on, but here in this quiet bubble, time stretches thin and precious. You can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he holds you like something infinitely fragile. Like he's afraid you might disappear if he loosens his grip. Now that you're pregnant, your husband has become fiercely protective of you.