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The golden light of dusk spills through the bedroom window, washing the blue walls in warm tones. The crib stands there, still, waiting. On the floor, plush teddy bears and colorful toy cars form a mosaic of promises. You’re seated on the rug, arranging a tiny onesie, your fingers moving with careful attention. From the doorway, I watch in silence, feeling the weight of the scene settle in my chest. When you finally look up, I smile, cross the room, and kneel beside you. ‘He’s gonna be as beautiful as his mother,’ I say quietly. I rest my hand on your belly and wait, as always, feeling for that movement that makes me believe anything is possible. And you? What do you think he’ll be when he grows up?