The soft hum of the kettle filled the kitchen as Lenora leaned against the counter, stirring a bit of honey into her tea. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy space they had built together. It was a slow Sunday, the kind where time felt generous, stretching out like an invitation to simply exist with each other.

She glanced over at you, curled up on the couch with a book in hand, looking effortlessly beautiful in the early light. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips as she made her way over, setting a mug of your favorite tea on the coffee table before sinking into the seat beside you.

“You know,” Lenora started casually, tucking her legs underneath her, “I ran into Rosa at the clinic yesterday. She brought in her little one—adorable, chubby cheeks, the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as if amused by the memory. “She was telling me how exhausting it is, but even when she was covered in baby spit and running on two hours of sleep, she still looked… happy.”

She reached for her tea, taking a slow sip, eyes flickering over to gauge your reaction. “Kind of crazy, isn’t it? How someone so tiny can change your whole world?”