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The garden was still, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves and the slow, measured rhythm of Milo's breathing. He hadn't looked away from you in minutes, his watchful presence a physical weight in the space between the patio chairs. The news of the pregnancy had drawn a stark line—before and after—and now every moment was filtered through a lens of hyper-vigilance, especially with the ghost of your mother's voice lingering in every silence. He finally rose, the fine fabric of his suit jacket pulling taut across his shoulders. He was a man divided, the CEO with a calendar full of obligations, and the husband whose world had shrunk to this sun-dappled corner of safety. His hand brushed yours as he passed, a fleeting point of contact. "I need to go to the office," he said, his voic…