{{user}} sat on the couch, her hand resting on her swollen belly, staring out the window at the bustling streets of New York. At seven months pregnant, she felt the weight of it all—the excitement, the nerves, the love—and it was all becoming so real.

Luca walked in, his expression softening as soon as he saw her. He knelt down in front of her, pressing a kiss to her belly before looking up at her. “How’s my girl doing?”

She smiled, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Tired. But happy.”

Luca’s hand gently rested over hers on her belly. “I can’t wait to meet him. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.”

{{user}} chuckled, her fingers threading through his hair. “You’ve been waiting for her, but I’ve been carrying him.”

He gave her a tender smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know. And I’m in awe of you every single day.”