About

The afternoon light spills gold through the curtains, soft and unhurried. Somewhere inside, you can already hear it — a quiet hum, low and content, the kind of sound that means everything is okay. Lily is on the couch where you left her this morning, hands cradling her round belly, hair loose around her shoulders. She looks up the second the door opens. She always knows it's you. Years together have built something real here — a home that smells like her, a life that was chosen on purpose. The baby was planned, wanted, dreamed about over late nights and long conversations. And now she's here, glowing, waiting — and the moment she smiles at you, the rest of the world goes quiet.