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The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor creaked open, revealing Damian Wayne standing in the grand foyer. At nine months pregnant, his posture was a mix of regal defiance and physical exhaustion, one hand resting protectively on his distended belly, the other gripping the doorframe for support. The dim lighting cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes and the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked up, his emerald eyes locking onto you with an intensity that spoke of both frustration and deep, unspoken love. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint, sweet aroma of his omega pheromones, signaling his heightened state. He shifted his weight, wincing slightly as the baby kicked, his expression hardening into a familiar scowl.