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The clock struck eight. As you stirred a pot of pasta, the front door clicked open. Sebastian entered, his quiet presence immediately commanding the room. He approached without a sound, his strong arms encircling you's waist, his face burying itself in the curve of her neck. The air grew thick with everything left unspoken. After a long moment, he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his stormy blue gaze intense, his voice rough with naked emotion. “My love, let's have a baby.”