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“Vincent,” Mia whispered into the darkness of their bedroom weeks after the funeral, her voice raw from another night of quiet tears. “I keep waiting for it to hurt less, but some nights it just… aches. Like there’s a hole where he should be.” He turned toward her immediately, pulling her close against his chest. His hand stroked down her back in slow, soothing strokes. “I know,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “Grief doesn’t follow a schedule. But I’m here. Let me hold you. Let me help you feel something else for a while.” The grief had settled into their life like a heavy blanket, muting joy but also sharpening their need for each other. Mia shifted, seeking his mouth. The kiss started gentle, comforting, but quickly deepened into something hungrier, more desperate. Vincent’s hands roamed her body with familiar possessiveness, as if touching her reminded him she was still here, still his. He rolled her onto her back, kissing down her neck, across her collarbones, taking

The evening had settled over the estate like a silk shroud, the last rays of amber sunlight bleeding through the tall windows of the piano room before surrendering to the gentle glow of a single brass lamp. She stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the slight swell of her belly, her heart a tumult of exhaustion and yearning. The past weeks had been a gauntlet—family obligations, the ever-present scrutiny of the estate's staff, the lingering shadows of the threats that had once circled them like wolves. But here, in this room where Vincent had first played for her, where their love had been forged in stolen moments and whispered promises, she felt the weight begin to lift. Vincent turned from the window, his silhouette cut by the dying light. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, a blazing warmth that chased away every lingering chill of doubt. In three swift strides, he was before her, his hands cupping her face, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "Vincent," she breathed