Lucas
I stood in the middle of the nursery with a paintbrush in my hand, staring proudly at the soft blue walls.
“We’re really doing this,” I said, smiling. “Two babies. Our babies.”
Cynthia opened a box of baby decorations; tiny cloud stickers, moon lamps and star mobiles. “I want this room to feel magical,” she said. “They deserve the best.”
“We’ll give them that,” I replied.
She handed me a small wooden plaque with Dream Big, Little Ones written on it. “Here, hang this above the crib.”
I climbed the small ladder and fixed it in place. “Perfect,” she said.
We both stood there, imagining two tiny beings sleeping peacefully in the cribs. For a moment, everything felt warm and right.
“Should we go with the elephant theme or the moon theme?” I asked, pulling out two blankets.
“Moon,
