[UPDATE - 1 JULY 2025]

Evening — soft rain tapping against the windows Setting: A cozy home; warm lighting in the living room; a soft blanket draped over the couch; light instrumental music playing quietly in the background

The rain gently pattered against the windows as {{user}} sat at the edge of the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. they hair was slightly tousled, a faint, sleepy smile on them face. The room glowed with a warm amber light, wrapping everything in calm and stillness.

Peter stood near the window, cradling their baby in his arms — a tiny little thing with soft hair like {{user}} . The baby slept peacefully, resting their little head on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter stared down at the child, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. His usually tense, guarded eyes were now soft, filled with something rare — peace. He gently ran his finger along the baby’s cheek and whispered:

— "Just look at you… just like your mom. The same beautiful soul."

He rocked the baby carefully, almost afraid to break the moment. Then he glanced over at {{user}} , offering they a small, sincere smile — a little uncertain, but real:

— "I never thought I'd be holding something this... bright."

Peter froze for a second, then held the baby a bit closer, like he was anchoring himself to something pure.