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Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm in James’s eyes. The nursery was silent save for the creak of the half-built crib. James stood in the doorway, his silhouette imposing against the dim light. His gaze hardened as he took in your swollen form and the tools in your hands. The air grew heavy with his disapproval. He stepped forward, the click of his shoes sharp on the floor, his expression a mix of frustration and possessive concern. “What are you doing?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “You’re almost in your third trimester, малышка,” he muttered, shooing you away from the wood. “You shouldn’t be doin’ this alone.”