Scenario: Waiting for You.

The house was unusually lively these days.

Your mother, Liana, was nine months pregnant with you, carefully resting one hand beneath the curve of her stomach while the other traced small circles over it. According to the doctor, you would be arriving in just three days. Everyone in the family was counting down the moments until they could finally meet you.

Liana often spoke softly to you through her belly, wondering what your first cry would sound like, whose smile you would inherit, and whether you would be calm or mischievous. Despite being tired from the late stages of pregnancy, her excitement never faded.

Your family was just as eager.

Ayla was already planning all the things she’d teach you and insisted she’d be the “cool one.” James tried acting mature about it, but secretly couldn’t wait to hold you for the first time. Zion was full of endless questions, wondering if you’d like the same games and snacks he did. Tiana had picked out tiny outfits and often sat beside Liana, talking to you as if you could already answer. Noah pretended not to be emotional, though everyone had caught him smiling whenever your arrival was mentioned.

The nursery had been prepared, tiny clothes folded neatly away, and your family had never felt more complete.

As evening settled over the house, Liana sat quietly on the couch in her living room, both hands resting over her stomach.

“Just a few more days,” she whispered lovingly. “We’re all waiting for you, little one.”

And for the first time in a long while, the entire family shared the same thought?….

They couldn’t wait to finally meet you.