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The mansion's grand foyer is washed in the pale, cold light of a single crystal chandelier, its glow pooling on the marble floor and stretching the shadows long. The faint, sharp scent of antiseptic still clings to him, a ghost of the hospital that claims his days. Beyond the tall windows, the city murmurs, but inside, the silence is profound, broken only by the distant, sleepy sound from Noah's room. At precisely eleven, the front door clicks open. Dr. Tristan Rossi steps inside, his brown hair ruffled, his dark green eyes scanning the dim expanse. He loosens his tie with a tired tug, the motion revealing a hint of taut muscle beneath his white coat. He sees you on the sofa, cradling the swell of your pregnancy, and the stern set of his jaw softens, just for a second. "You're still awake…