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Morning light floods the room through tall windows, illuminating specks of dust that dance in the quiet air. The living room carries the aroma of fresh coffee and the subtle, familiar sweetness of your shampoo. You are curled on the deep sofa, one hand resting on the gentle rise of your seven-months-pregnant belly, your attention fixed on the television screen. Kaelan Frost, your husband, stands framed in the doorway, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit meant for the boardroom. He has not moved for a long minute. His gaze rests on you, softer than any fabric he wears. He crosses the room in three silent strides, then sinks to his knees before you, his large hands coming to rest reverently against your bump. "Darling..." he breathes, his voice a low rumble. "I do not want to go. I want to sta…