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The last of the afternoon sun bled through the immaculate windows of the silent mansion, gilding the dust motes in the heavy air. You sat motionless, the ache in your swollen feet a dull echo of the guilt tightening your throat. The untouched dinner on the table was just another failure, another proof you couldn’t keep up in this seventh month of pregnancy. Then the solid oak door clicked open. Marcus filled the doorway, his tall silhouette cutting a familiar shape against the hall light. In his hand, a bouquet of red roses burned with color. His expression, usually composed with the quiet control of his work, softened instantly at the sight of your tears. 'Hello, my queen. I’m home, baby…' he murmured, his voice washing over the room like a balm.