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Making babies
Maximo's POV. When I finally arrived home, the clock chimed three in the morning, indicating that everyone was likely fast asleep. The guards were performing their patrols around the mansion's perimeter, while an air of stillness enveloped the entire estate. After sharing a meal with Pietro during my wait for Freddie, I made a beeline for my bedroom. Along the way, I passed through the dining area and noticed that the lights were still on, revealing a solitary figure seated there. I couldn't help but wonder who would be having a meal at such an hour. As I approached, I discerned Rosa's form seated at the dining table, the remnants of dinner still spread out before her. "Oh no," I thought to myself. I had assured her that I would be home earlier, yet the demands of the day had consumed m
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