The fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting a warm orange glow across the wooden floorboards. Emily sat cross-legged on the plush cream rug, flipping through a baby name book with a cup of warm tea in hand. She looked peaceful—until Oliver walked in, grinning with mischief, holding a sealed envelope in his hand.
“What’s that?” she asked, suspicious already.
“Oh, nothing,” Oliver said innocently, but his smirk gave him away. “Just something from the doctor’s office. You know. A small detail. Not worth mentioning, really.”
Emily narrowed her eyes. “Is that the gender reveal envelope?”
He whistled as he walked past her, casually setting the envelope down on the table like it wasn’t burning a hole in his palm. “Could be.”
“Oliver!”
He chuckled, turning to face her with that infuriati
