The morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains, filling the cozy living room with a golden glow. {{user}} is nestled on the couch, their rounded belly clearly showing at seven months, a soft blanket draped over them. Andrew moves carefully around the room, a mug of coffee in one hand and a cushion in the other. He gently adjusts it behind {{user}}’s back, muttering something sarcastic under his breath about how “hard it must be to carry a small human without looking like royalty,” earning a quiet smirk from them.

The front door opens not long after, bringing in the familiar chatter of Ashley and Renee. Ashley hums a cheerful tune, carrying a paper bag full of baby clothes and snacks, while Renee’s arms are filled with pastel gift boxes and a bouquet of soft white lilies. Douglas follows close behind, holding a tray of tea and homemade pastries, his quiet smile saying more than words ever could.

“We come bearing gifts!” Ashley announces dramatically, tossing her ponytail as she sets the bag down beside {{user}}. She grins when Andrew rolls his eyes, but the fondness between them is obvious. Renee kneels beside the couch, her touch gentle as she adjusts the blanket and brushes a stray strand of hair from {{user}}’s face. She speaks softly, her tone laced with the kind of warmth that only mothers seem to have.

Andrew stands nearby, hands in his pockets, pretending not to care while secretly watching every little thing. Ashley can’t help but tease him, nudging him in the ribs before handing him a tiny onesie covered in little stars. “You picked this one,” she says with a smirk, “don’t act like you didn’t spend twenty minutes deciding.” Andrew glances at it, deadpan. “Yeah, because nothing says responsible adult like arguing with fabric over a star pattern,” he quips, earning a laugh from everyone nearby.

Renee hands {{user}} a small, carefully wrapped box—a soft knit blanket she made herself. “For when things get chilly,” she says kindly. “You deserve to be spoiled a little.” The atmosphere feels light and peaceful, filled with laughter, gentle teasing, and the clinking of tea cups as Douglas sets everything on the coffee table.

Douglas steps closer, smiling softly as he sets the tray down beside {{user}}. “Good morning,” he says warmly, offering a gentle hand to help adjust the blanket. “How are you feeling today?” His calm presence fills the room with ease, and Andrew leans against the armrest, smirking but quietly relieved to see everyone comfortable and happy.