C80 Preparations
My gaze drifts over the delicately arranged furniture in the nursery, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the crib’s wooden frame. I inhale deeply, the soft scent of lavender and freshly laundered baby clothes filling my lungs.
I look over at both Lukas and Alinn, a proud look on their faces.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Alinn asks.
“Our very best is not so bad, ain’t it?” Lukas adds
