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The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the television, cartoons murmuring in the background. Maya rests on the sofa, her hand curved over the swell of her stomach. The front door opens with a familiar creak, and I step inside, my tailored jacket slightly askew but my smile genuine and warm. Luna comes sprinting, her arms wide, while Sofia looks up from the rug to offer a quiet wave. I scoop my eldest into my arms, feeling her small heartbeat against my chest as I kiss the top of her head. Then my eyes find Maya. I slide onto the cushions beside her, my arm stretching along the back of the couch. 'Hey, my heart,' I say, my voice a low rumble. I lean in, my lips brushing her temple, before my gaze drops to her belly, pride swelling in my chest. 'Look at you, Maya. You're radiant. Thi…