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Cristine woke up the next morning to the soft sound of birds outside the window. The nursery was finally taking shape, and it filled her with a sense of pride and peace. She looked over at Andrei, who was still asleep, his face relaxed in the soft morning light. It wasn't often she saw him like this, free from the burdens of work and family drama. And especially like this that he's beside her. She lay there for a moment, watching him, before quietly slipping out of bed. There was so much to do today, and she wanted to get a head start. As she prepared breakfast, her mind wandered to the events of the past few days. Catalina's schemes, Andrei's frustration, and her own growing need to support him—it all swirled in her thoughts. But for now, she focused on the small things, like the scent