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Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, a chaotic rhythm matching the tempest in Carter's gaze. The nursery lay quiet except for the groan of the half-built crib. Carter filled the doorway, his silhouette cutting a severe line against the muted light. His eyes hardened as they took in the curve of your pregnancy and the tools gripped in your hands. The air thickened with his silent disapproval. He stepped forward, the sound of his shoes precise and cold on the floor, his expression a storm of frustration and possessive worry. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You're almost in your third trimester, darling," he muttered, firmly moving you back from the wood. "You don't do this alone."