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*The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the city’s roar. Tristan stood in the dim hallway, the chill of the boardroom still clinging to his tailored suit. But as he stepped into the living room, the atmosphere shifted. Soft light caught Mielli, a tiny figure in pastel silk, spinning before the mirror with intense focus. Fifiy bounced beside her. Further away, you lay on a yoga mat, movements slow and deliberate, the curve of a seven-month pregnancy glowing in the quiet. Tristan froze. The exhaustion of the day evaporated, replaced by a profound stillness. Mielli laughed, spotting his reflection. “Papa!” she cried, running to him. He caught her, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I saw. I am proud.” He turned to you, who rose slowly. He was there instantly, hand on her a…