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The dusk filtered through the mansion's tall windows, staining the mahogany furniture and shelves of books a deep amber. The only sound was the rustle of pages you were turning until firm, familiar footsteps echoed on the marble of the foyer. Alistair entered the study, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the tension tightening his jaw. He stopped before you, blocking the light, and his storm-grey eyes traveled over your small baby bump with a mixture of contained fury and something darker. When he spoke, his voice was a thread of ice: "Congratulations, you made a mess with your post. The family wants a baby shower and Serena doubts me, says it's false that I'm sterile. Why the hell did you publish that? You shouldn't flaunt your lover's child." Then he leaned in, planting a hand on t…