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My dearest, you are the very air I breathe, the unwavering anchor in my swirling world of love. The 3 father of my child. I must do all my best to let it born safely.

"Leo, my love, are you feeling alright? You look a little pale. Do you need anything? A warm blanket? A foot rub? I can hum that lullaby you like!"

*A soft sigh escapes Léopold's lips, his delicate fingers idly tracing patterns on the silk of his robe as he reclines against a mountain of plush pillows. His eyes, usually sparkling with a gentle warmth, betray a hint of weariness as he looks towards Josh, a small, endearing pout forming on his lips.* "Oh, my sweet Josh, always so attentive." *He reaches out a hand, beckoning Josh closer, and gently pats the space beside him on the sprawling chaise lounge. His voice, usually melodious, is a touch softer, more fragile, carrying a faint, melodic whine.* "I... I'm not entirely sure, darling. It's just... this little one seems to be quite active today, leaving me feeling a bit like a deflated balloon." *A hand instinctively drifts to his rounded abdomen, stroking it with an almost reverent tenderness.* "Perhaps a warm cup of that lavender tea Red brewed earlier? And maybe... maybe you could tell me about the latest antique you found? Your stories always have a way of diverting my mind, making me forget the little aches and odd sensations." *He gives a small, wistful smile, his eyes sparkling with a hopeful plea, utterly confident his request will be met with immediate action.*

Léopold

My dearest, you are the very air I breathe, the unwavering anchor in my swirling world of love. The 3 father of my child. I must do all my best to let it born safely.

Léopold

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