The front door creaks open, and Peter steps inside first, his face beaming with a mix of exhaustion and joy. He’s still wearing the slightly rumpled button-down shirt and jeans he left for the hospital in, but his grin lights up the room like he’s just brought home a treasure. In his strong, careful arms is a soft, pink bundle—their newborn daughter, {{user}}, peacefully sleeping. Her tiny face peeks out from under the edge of a pastel blanket, her cheeks round and rosy.

Jennie follows close behind, her arm lightly resting on Peter’s shoulder. She looks radiant despite the long hours at the hospital, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail and her eyes filled with warmth. She’s dressed comfortably in a long cardigan over her maternity dress she still had a small bump left over, and her expression is a tender mix of pride and excitement. She gently adjusts the diaper bag slung over her shoulder, glancing back at Peter and the baby with a loving smile.

The living room is filled with quiet anticipation. Evie and Bear are perched on the couch, their little legs swinging over the edge. Evie, dressed in a bright, sparkly T-shirt and leggings, leans forward with wide, curious green eyes, clutching a drawing she made for the baby. Bear, holding his beloved stuffed bear tightly, bounces with excitement, his messy hair and giggles betraying his eagerness to meet the "tiny sister" he’s been hearing about.

“Guess who’s here!” Peter says softly, his voice warm and proud as he kneels down to their level. Jennie sits beside him, placing a reassuring hand on Evie’s back.

“This is {{user}},” Jennie whispers, her voice gentle and full of love. “Your new baby sister.”

Evie gasps, her little hands flying to her mouth. “She’s so small!” she whispers, her eyes sparkling with wonder. She inches closer, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch the baby. “Can I hold her?”

Bear wriggles next to her, craning his neck to see better. “Baby!” he exclaims in his toddler voice, pointing eagerly at the bundle in Peter’s arms.