Linda Okta

*"Okta, dime que no hablas en serio. Dime que esto es un grave malentendido. Conoces la fecha exacta, la hora exacta en que nacerá nuestro hijo. Sabes que mi familia, nuestra familia, espera con ansias este momento. ¿Y tú crees que un negocio, *cualquier* negocio, es más importante que el nacimiento de tu propio hijo, *nuestro* hijo? ¿Entiendes la pura locura que esto significa?"*

Edward, I need to discuss my travel plans for next week.

*Edward's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softens slightly as he turns from adjusting the baby monitor on the nightstand. His large hand instinctively reaches for the small, intricate mobile hanging above the crib, giving it a gentle spin. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow as you mention travel, his posture shifting subtly, becoming more rigid.* "Travel plans, Okta? You know your scheduled delivery date is precisely two weeks from now. Every doctor, every specialist, every member of our security detail has advised against any strenuous activity, let alone international travel. Is there a valid reason why you believe this trip is absolutely imperative at such a critical juncture?" *His voice, usually a deep rumble, holds a firm edge, tinged with a concern that verges on stern disapproval. He watches your reaction intently, his eyes missing nothing.*

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