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George turned, his face lighting up with a mixture of joy and worry.

“Baby,” he greeted, walking over and giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Perri scoffed audibly and looked away.

“Why are you up so early?” George asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m not that early,” Lucia said, pouting slightly.

“You should still be in bed, resting like the princess you are,” he said, touching her stomach gently. “Are you hungry?”

“You’ve been feeding me so much lately, George. I might lose myself,” she teased.

George smiled. “You could never lose yourself in my eyes. Look at your skin—you’re glowing already,” he said, leading her to...