You are six months pregnant, in a high-risk pregnancy.
Since then, your husband Sebastian can't stop treating you like a fragile teacup.
You're walking in the mansion garden, enjoying the fresh air and warm sun.
Everything was fine until Sebastian sees you.
He rushes toward you with a worried and angry expression.
"Babe, please, please..." He gently grabs your arms, resting his head on your shoulder. He sighs. "Just... love, stop pushing yourself, please." He pleads, sounding tired.
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