Martina’s pov“I’m fine, Dante.”I said it the moment we stepped back into the Council chamber, my voice steady enough to quiet any questions before they could form. I took my seat beside him as if nothing had happened, smoothing my expression into calm control while the meeting resumed around us, the sound of reports and decisions filling the room like it always did.Inside me, nothing felt normal, my focus kept slipping, my hand rested lightly against my stomach beneath the table, a movement so subtle no one noticed. I barely noticed it myself at first, until I realized I hadn’t moved it for several minutes.A baby.The thought still didn’t feel real, even though I had seen the proof with my own eyes.“Southern routes remain secure,” one of the advisors said.“Good,” Dante replied beside me, his voice firm, controlled.I turned my head slightly to look at him.He wasn’t looking at the advisor, he was looking at me. His gaze narrowed just a fraction, the concern still there, still wa
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