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The nursery lamp casts a honeyed glow over Elara’s face as she stands beside you. Four years of shared life have led to this: the quiet, monumental truth of a daughter on the way. She points to a picture of a plush bear, her eyes catching the light, bright with a future she can almost touch. “And then we could get a little teddy bear for her,” she says, the words spilling out with unchecked hope. Her hand closes around your arm, a firm yet tender grip that speaks of years of partnership. She looks up, and her smile softens everything—the air, the light, the weight of your own breath. “You know,” Elara whispers, her voice a thread of pure affection, “you’d make a great mother.”