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Xavier’s pov The following morning, my father, Franz, George, and I gathered in my office to decide what to do. Emily, who had gone to take a shower after her training session, arrived fifteen minutes later, ready for the day: with a pair of blue jeans, black boots, and a white cashmere turtleneck contrasting with her dark hair, she looked wonderful. "Sorry I’m late," she exclaimed, closing the door behind her back. "I brought some pancakes from the kitchen to make up for it". "You're forgiven, then," George chuckled, pouncing on the tray. My father had sat in the armchair, and Franz and George had taken their couch, so she sat down next to me, settling in between the soft cushions. At that moment I noticed it: her belly was starting to show. It was just a small bump, a roundness highl
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