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Andrei Tavian wasn’t a man who typically second-guessed himself, but as he sat at the head of the long dining table in his expansive estate, he found himself uncharacteristically nervous. Seated beside him was Cristine, her hand resting protectively over her growing belly, her expression one of quiet support. The household staff stood at the other end of the room, all wearing expressions ranging from curiosity to mild apprehension. The Tavian household wasn’t accustomed to personal announcements; they were used to professionalism and clear directives. But this was different. Andrei took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping the room before resting on Cristine. She gave him a small, encouraging nod. “Thank you all for joining me today,” Andrei began, his deep voice steady but tinged with an