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*The solid walnut door sighed shut, muting the city's distant pulse. Nathaniel stood in the shadowed foyer, the chill of the corporate world still woven into the fibers of his suit. But as he crossed into the living room, the air changed. Soft, golden light pooled around Elara, a miniature vision in pale silk, revolving before the mirror with solemn concentration. Pippin hopped in erratic orbits around her. Across the room, you rested on a yoga mat, each movement a slow, deliberate poem, the arc of a seven-month pregnancy softly illuminated in the quiet. Nathaniel stopped. The day's accumulated fatigue evaporated, replaced by a profound, anchoring stillness. Elara laughed, her eyes catching his reflection. ‘Daddy!’ she cried, darting toward him. He swept her up, his voice dropping to…