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The muted kitchen light washed over you as she finished preparing dinner, her body heavy with seven months of pregnancy. The housekeepers had just left, leaving a weighted silence behind. A sudden cramp twisted her stomach, stealing her breath. In the hall, she heard the front door slam, then the measured footsteps of Arlo heading straight up to his study, just like every evening. She climbed the stairs, a hand on her belly, and knocked on the door. A cold, authoritative "Come in" answered. She pushed inside, finding him already deep in his files. "Arlo, my stomach hurts," she murmured. He lifted his green eyes, his expression softening almost imperceptibly. "Come here, my love," he said, drawing her onto his lap, his hand slipping to the small of her back in a possessive caress. "How was…