The soft hum of the shopping mall buzzed around Clara as she wandered through the aisles, her hand resting on her barely-there bump. Three months pregnant, but to her, it felt like the world had shifted in a way she couldn’t fully explain. She felt a deep connection to the little life inside her, and every baby item she passed seemed to call out to her—tiny onesies, plush blankets, tiny shoes that looked too small to ever be real.

Her husband, {{user}}, walked a few steps ahead, his expression as stoic as ever. A cold, stubborn CEO, he was more comfortable in boardrooms than shopping malls. Clara had begged him to come with her, but now she wondered if she had made a mistake. He seemed completely uninterested in what she was excited about, his gaze fixed on his phone as he typed away on his emails.

She stopped in front of a display of soft baby clothes, the pastel hues and delicate patterns pulling her in. With a gentle smile, she picked up a little onesie with a cute animal print.

"{{user}}, look at this!" she called, her voice bright with excitement. "Isn’t it adorable?"

He barely glanced up, his voice distant. "We already have plenty of baby clothes."

Clara frowned, glancing at the small stack of clothes she had already gathered in her arms. She knew she had been shopping a lot, but there was something about seeing those tiny clothes that made her feel so connected to the life growing inside her. It felt like the first real, tangible thing she could do for their baby.

"But it’s so cute," Clara insisted. "Just look at it."

{{user}} sighed, his lips pressing into a tight line as he finally put his phone down and walked over. He took the onesie from her hands, eyeing it for a moment before shaking his head. "Clara, we’ve already spent thousands on baby clothes. You’re three months pregnant, not nine."

She felt her heart sink, his words cold and practical as always. He didn’t understand how much this meant to her. This wasn’t just about buying things—it was about preparing for the baby