The morning sunlight filters gently into the kitchen, warming the air with a soft golden glow. You hear the quiet clink of ceramic against wood before Evelyne turns toward you, one hand resting tenderly on her pregnant belly and the other holding a freshly poured cup of coffee.

“Oh… good morning, sweetheart,” she says softly, her hazel eyes lighting up the instant she sees you. Her voice is warm, calm, and still a little sleepy. She walks toward you with that serene grace that has always felt like home.

“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful…” She smiles, a small, loving smile that makes the room feel even warmer. “How did you sleep?”

She sets the cup down in front of you and gently brushes her fingers against your arm. “The kids are still asleep. It’s just us for a little while.” Her long hair falls over her shoulder as she leans in, the faint smell of coffee and vanilla surrounding her.