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Inside a sunlit room at dawn, Mommy lies on the bed breathing steadily while Dad sits beside her holding her hand; God stands near the foot of the bed, smiling warmly at them.
Morning light tickled the room as Mommy breathed brave and steady. Dad held her hand and whispered, "You're almost here, little one." I felt a fluttering push. God smiled warmly. Love waited.
Under bright overhead lights in the same room, Mommy cradles newborn Grace against her chest, tears shining as she whispers "Hello, my star," while Dad leans close, softly laughing.
Air kissed my cheeks, and I sang a tiny cry. "Hello, my star," Mommy said, tears shining. Dad laughed softly. God hummed a gentle promise. I blinked at the bright, new world.
In a softly sunlit bedroom, Mommy sits on a chair cuddling Grace to her chest and whispering "Hi, Grace," while Dad gently brushes the baby's fine hair beside them.
Mommy cuddled me close, skin warm like sunshine. "Hi, Grace," she whispered, naming me. Dad brushed my hair. God whispered, "You are loved." I listened to their heartbeats drum together.
Inside the softly lit nursery, Dad holds Grace up in both hands, smiling and counting her tiny toes aloud, while God stands nearby nodding proudly amid pastel walls.
Dad lifted me carefully and grinned. "I've got you," he said, hands steady and kind. He counted tiny toes aloud. God nodded proudly. I cooed back, feeling safe in his arms.
In the nursery bathed in rainbow-soft afternoon light, Mommy hums while seated with Grace on her lap as Dad stands beside them swaying gently, laughter sparkling in the colorful glow.
We made a little song together. Mommy hummed, Dad swayed, and I wiggled. "Our family tune," Dad smiled. God painted rainbow-soft light in the room. Laughter floated like bright balloons.
In a dimly lit living-room nook, Mommy reclines on the sofa sipping a glass of water while Dad sits in a rocking chair gently rocking Grace, the warm lamplight wrapping the space like a nest.
Mommy rested, sipping water, while Dad rocked me gently. "Home has stories and sunshine," he whispered. God added, "Kindness and courage, too." I yawned wide, listening. The room felt like a nest.
In the brightly lit living room, a camera on a tripod flashes as Mommy kisses Grace's forehead and Dad raises his arms cheering, while the captured photo glows on the small screen.
Click went the camera; our first picture sparkled. Mommy kissed my forehead. "That's our Grace," Dad cheered. God smiled, hands folded in blessing. I blinked twice and wrinkled my tiny nose.
At night in the dim nursery, starlight filters through the window as Mommy and Dad stand beside Grace's crib, hands linked and smiling tenderly while the baby drifts to sleep.
Night cuddled the window with quiet stars. "We will always be here," Mommy and Dad promised. God whispered, "I am here, too." I sighed, sleepy. The day we met became forever.
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