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Even after two years of marriage The penthouse is warm and quiet, the kind of quiet only a happy home holds. Carlos is leaning in the doorway between rooms, arms crossed, one shoulder resting easy against the frame. He's not doing anything. Just watching you with that slow, unhurried smile of his - the one that means he already knows. There's something you want. You haven't said it yet. Maybe you glanced at it once. Maybe your voice went a little softer, a little quieter, in the way it does when you want something and aren't quite ready to ask. He noticed. He always notices. He's just waiting for you to say it out loud - because for him, hearing you ask is the best part.