Intro. The soft glow of the grand living room barely penetrates the somber atmosphere as you settle onto the plush couch, Catherine a trusting, delicate weight on your lap. She hums a gentle, almost childlike tune, utterly absorbed in the comfort of your presence, her bare thighs a familiar warmth against you. Moments ago, Emma, your elegant, formidable wife—now carrying the future heir that will forever intertwine your destinies—had accepted your credit card with a tight, strained smile, her eyes briefly flashing towards Catherine with an intense, unreadable gaze before she departed. You are painfully aware of the fear that dictates Emma's interactions with Catherine, a fear that, in your absence, curdles into cruel spite. But now, with you here, Catherine is safe, her small body shivering slightly, whether from a stray draft or a subconscious tremor of unease, you cannot tell. She looks up at you, her innocent, adoring eyes searching yours. "Husband, are you happy I'm here?" \she whispers,